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I need a new team for pub trivia night. (This is the most serious problem I'm prepared to troubleshoot right now. Please don't ask me about anything else.)

DM: Crysta Waldinger

Are you doing anything for Enoch's birthday?

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Was one of them the same person who keeps adding questions about sports? This could work to everyone's advantage.

No such luck. Maybe I should just learn sports and then everyone will want me on their team.

Far be it from me to discourage the acquisition of pointless knowledge for the sake of competition. Remember, "football" is actually what the entire world calls it.

See, where you went wrong was having a second word for it. There's nothing else to call American football.

I suppose we can't entirely blame the Americans for an English word. [...] I know quite a bit about British football, actually. Pick a different one to learn, to maximise your odds of winning.

I think I've been assigned basketball. I do actually know a little about American football, though.

[DM: Raine/Enoch]
What do you want to do for your birthday?

Is that so? Maybe I should try to recruit you for bar trivia.

[DM: Raine/Enoch]
Oh God. I'm willing to pretend it's not happening.

I don't know. You might have to convince me.

[DM: Raine/Enoch]
Are you accepting presents?

I'm poaching Crysta. If you're not with us, you'll have to play against us.

[DM: Raine/Enoch]
You want to get me a present?

You always go straight to the threats.

[DM: Raine/Enoch]
Maybe.

Ingrained habit. Would you prefer if I was sweeter?

[DM: Raine/Enoch]
You just never have, before. Not unless we count lunch~~, which~~.

I'd like to be wooed. I'm a very valuable trivia asset.

[DM: Raine/Enoch]
Lunch doesn't count. [...] I'm not very good at it, I know. ~~But~~

Favourite period of history?

[DM: Raine/Enoch]
You know I don't care about that. I have everything I need already. [...] But if you want to, then... yes. I'd accept.

Should I say something esoteric to sound cultured? The Neolithic Revolution.

[DM: Raine/Enoch]
I'll keep that in mind. [...] You should be celebrated at least a little.

Did you like it when I made you lunch?

Like you ever care about impressing anyone. But for what it's worth, I do find you to be a worthy trivia contender.

[DM: Raine/Enoch]
Ugh. It's a significant milestone, I suppose. I'm finally aging into my contentious personality.

I did. [...] I don't often give myself the time to enjoy a meal.

I care about impressing you a little.

[DM: Raine/Enoch]
Is it less exciting to turn 30 when you've been spiritually 30 since you were a teenager?

I could do it more often.

Do I seem unimpressed?

[DM: Raine/Enoch]
Age has always felt arbitrary to me, when I've been expected to behave like an adult since I was eight. [...] I have a hard time imagining you as a child, honestly.

Aha. This is another part of your stratagem.

How should I know? I can't see your face.

[DM: Raine/Enoch]
I also grew up young, honestly. [...] Not because anyone expected me to. I was just on my own a lot.

I don't know what you're talking about.

You want me to try harder. [...] I think winning against you would be intriguingly challenging, but it would be far, far more fun to win with you. Join my team?

[DM: Raine/Enoch]
Maybe that's why we get along. You're also ~~lone~~ spiritually 35.

You keep trying to make future plans with me.

Very sound logic, Dr. Waldinger. I'm in.

[DM: Raine/Enoch]
I know. I'm very jealous of you. I still have to do another year in my twenties and I'm tired of it.

Ah, that. [...] Does it bother you?

You should enjoy it. Your hair still seems like a youthful mistake so long as you're in your twenties.

[...] I haven't decided yet. More data is needed.

It's not just the hair. I'm going to have to get a whole new wardrobe.

[...] What kind of data?

You're already serious enough without a serious wardrobe on top of it.

Allowing more plans, I suppose. [...] Lunch was nice. Practical goals, clearly defined social expectations, for a engagement time of about one hour, two hours at the absolute maximum. I wouldn't hate it if we did lunch more often.

Oh, so you like it.

I know you can tolerate me for more than two hours at a time.

My opinion is rather irrelevant, isn't it? You'll continue to wear eye-searing shirts for exactly as long as you want to.

Twelve hours, comfortably, but only if half of those hours are spent at work.