"Ping-Pong. Yeah, he of ... where's Waldo." She sighed and glances up at Blythe for a moment. She suddenly gives an impulsive hug. Sandy looks worn when she sits up. Eyes red and puffy and her head bowed, her ruffled dark hair a cloud. "I wonder if that's how Sorcha felt.. and maybe that's why she challenged me at Poker. Revenge. Give me a hellish week even if I do win." It still feels, selfishly, she's alone right now. But she's tried and emotionally drained so of course she'll feel that way.

"Well, we can laugh over things like... I dunno. Dress faux pas? Men who pretend they know better than we do?" A weary smile.