[she smiles, and it feels strange on her face, when it's not meant to intimidate or to hide her actual feelings. It seems making friends might be worth the trouble after all.]

[a bit wryly] You realize that now you've told me that I will spend untold hours figuring out how to organize it. But that's okay.

[she stands up from where she's been sitting to play the game, and stretches all the sore muscles out. she is really desperately out of shape. Funny what a year asleep will do for you.]

...I wish I knew where to find magicite here. I'd like to give you something back, for all the nice things you've done.