It's really hard not to snicker at that. She has to duck her head away to keep from grinning like a loon, because she still feels she ought not be encouraging him.

"I can do a game. Um. Since you liked the sheep..." She supposes the sheep is gone now, along with everything else - there's plenty of tech-focused people in the bar, he must have gotten someone to erase everything by now.

She pulls up a positively ancient version of 'Oregon Trail' anyway.