[ He'll do one better and introduce her to MMORPGs, and this whole thing will get so meta they'll probably rip a hole in spacetime or something.

He tilts his head a little, reaching up to scratch at his hairline. Hey, the line is moving up a little! Just a while longer...

Not that he minds this, just...talking to her. About non-air-hockey-related things. Even if it is in an urgent care waiting room. ]

Oh, I dunno that I'd say that. I'm just not fond of sleeping on the ground, a lack of plumbing, bugs of all shapes and sizes, hypothermia, rattlesnakes, getting wet, sweating all day, or -

[ He's been listing these off on his fingers, but he's going to run out, soon enough. ]

- Okay, yeah, I'm not overly fond of the outdoors.