[ Oh, she totally got him. Root is amused. In a party mood and having had a little alcohol, she finds herself prodding people with manipulation tactics just to enjoy herself. She's gotten to do precious little of her usual identity shenanigans in Aldrip, and she misses it. She was the Machine's analog interface for a reason -- Root enjoyed the constant activity and challenge behind shedding her skin on a regular basis. Tonight, she's letting loose a little bit.

She applauds politely at his success. ] Too bad, looking like a fool is way more fun, [ she informs him cheerfully. Says the person who regularly wears costumes. ]

This is an old Earth game, from back when sweets were hard to come by. You'd really want the raisin.

[ Root's learned not to assume anyone is from Earth, and her gaze flicks over him with interest, seeing what clues she can pick up from his appearance and demeanor. ]