Dry

Broke out the laptop to use on the call, since I'm effectively a prisoner on my own ward for twenty four hours.

It still has that game we used to play, the two of us; mame-multiplayer, Strikers 1942.

Do you remember? At your old place; the two of us hitting the keyboard madly till our wrists and hands hurt, you constantly scolding me for stealing your power-ups and bombs. And then there was that time when we played on two different computers, but it just wasn't as fun.

I remember.

Sad.

*****
When Lady Grey made a generous offer in the morning to take-out consolatory drinks in the evening for the parched, peeved prisoner of hearts, I thought she was just playing....

...so when she messaged about five minutes ago to say the jealous owner was refusing to allow her take out...

... laugh. Amused? Bemused? ...Touched.