[Thank the gods that she's in the kitchen and he's in the living room when she yells back at him. He lets a terrible snort out of his nose and has to cover his mouth from laughing way too loud for his own safety. He must of got her goat even more than he thought he would because she's stomping back with some wine, and he's fighting so hard to make his shit-eating grin as small as possible.]

Enjoy the first few victories, because after I learn how to play, you'll never win again.

[He pours them both a glass of wine, sliding her cup in front of her and hoping she doesn't get so mad that she ends up spilling it all over her coffee table somehow. He grabs the controller meant for him, looking up at the title screen once before fiddling with the controller a bit.]

But, you have to be fair about this! You need to teach me what does what, or your wins will be nothing but hollow victories. You wouldn't want that, would you?