[ Leslie looks down and away, embarrassed to admit that she's feeling so strongly about a game, like a child (leslie you're twelve), and even more embarrassed to admit that she's so very bad at it. She wants to say something like "no reason," but she can't just lie. She scuffs her foot on the ground a couple of times before she finally answers. ]
It's...for a game.
[ Maybe she can just be extremely vague. She looks back up, though she's still not exactly meeting his eyes. ]
A stump should work. It doesn't -- [ wait what happened to vague ] -- it just needs to be flat.
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It's...for a game.
[ Maybe she can just be extremely vague. She looks back up, though she's still not exactly meeting his eyes. ]
A stump should work. It doesn't -- [ wait what happened to vague ] -- it just needs to be flat.