For one slow second, Key blinked at Priscilla. Then he burst out laughing, his head thrown back, hitting the couch so hard a pillow thudded off, but he couldn't care less. "Cooking game? Hack and cooking!!" He coughed on his laughter, tears gathering at the corners of his eyes. Flopping over onto the floor, he looked at Priscilla with a mix of wonder and incredulity. Did she just make this up? And yet, the sheer absurdity of it awed him if nothing else. Clutching his gut, he shook his head past the laughter spasms. "No no no, it's like hacking up and slashing the enemy. Button mash, pile of dead bodies, max crit head shot in the last seconds for the win. Oh God, that's the funniest thing I've heard yet!" He grinned, not the least bit ready to let this go. "You really don't know anything do you?"