She watched, glad for the distraction. She frowned at her ball in comparison to Meche's, then tried to duplicate the process. The result was... sloppy; a child's work. The perfect sphere ruined with dents, Senna tried to set it down on the table. It stayed... at an angle. She made a face, glancing up at Meche hopefully for more tips.

The other subject was a lot easier. She perked up, eyes watchful. "Yeah, that's cool. 'slong as you think he can handle it. It'll need sharpening, of course, but you should make sure he has the hang of it first." The watching look slid smoothly into something like teasing. Senna quietly grinned. "Boyfriend, huh? So you're bringing him by, right? I gotta meet him; make sure he's okay." Not just anyone got to go out with Meche.