There were so many games to choose from. How did Key even know where they all were? To Priscilla the pile of black edged cases seemed like a disorganized mess. The brunette edged closer, for once not entirely noticing how her skirt got all rumpled and disordered as she tried to make a decision.

It was her decision, wasn't it? It sounded like Key wanted her to actually stop playing. Admittedly, a little while ago she would have jumped on the chance to get up and do something ... "I don't know how to make tea or sandwhiches, remember?" Her voice lilted up, and Priscilla was surprised to find herself smiling and teasing this person she'd only known for a few hours at best.

"But, we could play wathever thing you bought at the store ... If you were there to get a game." She was assuming he had. The bag he'd been holding had been so flat, it could only have been a game or some kind of book.