Far across the floor, Allison luckily isn't busy at that moment. She's gotten better at concealing where the words pop up, but she's not perfect at it still. It's going to be hard to ever be, when it suddenly springs up into her vision between herself and someone else, when she isn't expecting it. Though most people don't expect anything from her of it. It's both professional and personal reasons that have it down as a goal to be mastered to flawless. Somehow.

The momentary surprise gave way to the easiest of a very small smile that she concealed in taking a sip of her drink while she wrote back, without any pause. Even if her eyes do keep drifting toward the floating 'we' there. Like it would have been by committee, and it would have been just one, and it would have been just them.

Hmm.

Anyone else? They'd probably guess Chess. Or Risk. For you.
For me, god knows, probably like Mall Madness if we're talking about back then.


Why?