Disclaimer: I think I shall follow my eleven month old niece's example in this: I claim everything, I just happen to be nice enough to let the rest of you use 'your' stuff for the moment.

Author's Note: Hoooooooome, home on the range, where a baby demands my attention all daaayyyy. Okay, well maybe not all day, but still. Alas that she is warming up to me – when I first got home I was that strange being that must be avoided, now she is considering me for the role of yet another personal servant. Daughterofthe1king, you are now in danger of losing that bet. I think I have the final game count squared away in my head. Pretty sure. Maybe.


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The Tin Man no longer wondered how he got talked into these things; the answer, in fact, was so incredibly self-evident that it gave him severe doubts regarding his powers of perception. As clear, indeed, as that blue-eyed gaze currently trying so desperately to send him a message…

Did he mention his ability to concentrate was also completely shot?

Cain really wished he knew what four fingers tapped against the arm meant, but somewhere along the way when the rules were being explained the Tin Man had lost focus, thus he had no more idea about the three fingers the Crown Princess was currently waving in front of him than he did about Glitch's every second utterance. He highly doubted it meant 'three targets to shoot', despite what his gut might say (and however much he might wish it), which left him in something of an awkward position…

DG stopped waving her fingers and abruptly got down on one knee, her hands held out in front of her as if presenting a small object. Cain…had no idea what that was supposed to mean. A small trickle of something akin to panic trickled down his spine. He was discovering he hated games that relied a great deal too much on cultural knowledge and symbolism – he'd been lucky enough to get past his last game mishap unscathed without being put in the position to completely ruin her chances at this one due an utter inability to communicate. Casting about wildly for a guess, the Tin Man scanned the princess' current position desperately for some clue, only to be caught once more by that blue-eyed gaze, lose focus, and blurt out the only thing that came to mind:

"Will you marry me?"

"Yes!" DG crowed triumphantly, "Point to-ulp!"

Wyatt Cain was, in some distant corner of his brain, vaguely aware that he might be in the midst of yet another game misunderstanding here. Thing was, he just couldn't help himself…

"DG has no idea what just happened," Raw commented to their astonished audience, "but DG not complaining."