Um...

Glancing up and seeing Ryan at the back of the couch, Tal just watches her, then catches her eye as she looks down at him. "Score is lousy," he replies. "Twenty-one to three." A little grin crooks his mouth but he doesn't say anything more.

Catching the strange new look in her eye, he furrows his brow, trying to figure it out, but he never would have guessed her next move. Having her sit right down on his stomach, he tenses up so he can still breath, giving a start. His arms come out from behind his head as a reflex, one hand landing on her lap, the other on her arm. His eyes widen and for a moment he retreats, realizing he didn't want to be improper.

But as Ryan hollers back to Eli, Tal grows less concerned about being proper and more concerned about who was winning this little game. His grin returns, humor flashing in his eyes.


Back in the kitchen, Eli quirks an eyebrow but can't leave the steaks at the moment. "Lumpy couch?" He had no idea what she was talking about.


Tal catches Ryan's sassy little grin and his eyes narrow. Bucking his stomach, he bounces her to try and get her off, but it wasn't enough. Bypassing good sense, his fingers go for her ribs. "Think you're pretty funny, do you?" he teases, starting to tickle her. "Well this seat doesn't like to sit still."