[ He'd been shepherded over to the table by an overzealous staff member, grumbling and griping and visibly dragging his feet, and even after he's been (forcibly) plonked down into his seat with an obnoxiously cheery chirp of, 'Have a fun time!' Fuuta wastes a few seconds shooting the staff member's back a dirty look. Only when they've melted back into the crowd, he gives an overdramatic sigh as he looks across the table at his 'game partner.'

Sorry Edelgard, maybe this is squelching whatever you hopes you have of this game being as meaningful as the first time around ... ]

Yeah, I guess. [ At least Fuuta seems resigned to cooperating now, hunching forward to rest his elbows on the tabletop. ] ... though you know, you don't gotta treat this like such a serious deal. [ He's referring to her impeccable posture. ] It's just a dumb game. You can go first if you want.