Freya laughed, her voice ringing like a musical cord through the thick air that surrounded the festivities. She shook her head, her bright hair falling in waves over her shoulder. She tossed the ball up in the air before catching it between her fingers. She was strong, fast and talented.

That didn't mean she knew how to throw a ball. In fact, her aim was horrible. She was hoping that the pins were close enough that her lack of aim wouldn't matter. All she had to do was throw in that general direction and hope that the rubbery ball slapped against the pins.

"I might crack under the pressure." She really didn't care if he watched her but it wasn't as much fun. In the end, she was still playing the game alone.

Freya exhaled a small breath before turning her shoulders towards her target. "This probably bores you." Yeah, she's picking up on that vibe. "How about you tell me what you do for fun and we can find something exciting." Her movements after she spoke was quick. She threw the ball with a surprising amount of force for someone so small. The rubber sphere hit against the side of one of the pins knocking it and three others over.

Two pins remained on the stand.

"I'm no good after all." Freya wasn't really bothered about this fact. Her eyes turned back towards Ronan. "Does this mean you won by default?"