[mel's fingers brush against her jawline, the familiar pattern of rough skin prompting shauna's bright eyes to soften, for a moment. it's nearly imperceptible, a lifting around her mouth, a gentleness in her eyes.]

You suck sooooo bad at this game, you know. No, it's not Jake. One more wrong guess and then I -- uh, double-win.

[it's better than winning. it's extra-winning.]