"Three strikes means you're out." a thumb jerk gesture followed and he leaned forward on his elbows. "Part of the rules of the game. I'd show you some time if you're ever interested." Remembering the game prompted him to grin, something familiar and his own. "But basically you've got three chance to hit the ball-- if you strike out three times your team takes a hit. Once you have three outs your team is sent to the field instead of batting. Basically you're either trying to stop the other team from scoring or trying to score in turns. It really is much easier to show than explain." Did they have a baseball group here? If so, he was going to join up.

Might also be handy to know where all the bats were kept. Just in case he needed to brain something.

"...So three strikes... I'm out. It's just a saying, but since I keep striking out, my chances for becoming more than just some annoying guy you tolerated at breakfast steadily declines." best to be direct about it at least. "But better to make an impression than none at all, right?"