The moment Yan Shu'er heard that sharp, echoing "clack!" from the new room - something between a rock slamming a plate and a spirit beast snapping its jaws - her imagination ran wild.
What was that?
A collapsing shelf? Some weird store contraption activating? Another weird machine thing?
Did something break? Did the boss break something?
Half starving, half nosy, Yan Shu'er slurped her way toward whatever disaster was probably happening.
Green surface.
Wooden edges.
Bright colored balls arranged across it in no particular order anymore. A stick in Hao's hand. Holes at the corners and sides. It looked part ritual altar, part trap array… and somehow, also like a dining table.
Her brows furrowed.
"Boff…," Yan Shu'er said, mouth half-full of noodles. She pointed her chopsticks at the table.
"Whuff… wha's this?"
Hao leaned on the cue stick, resting his chin on the top of it.
"It's called billiards."
"It's a game."
"Game?"
"…"
Hao stared at her blankly for a second.
Right.
