"I tried to teach my sisters chess once," he told her conversationally as he moved a pawn forward. "They don't get it though. I tried to make it interesting for them, and told them about how the little farmers went off to tend the fields, and the bishops would come around all like 'hey you didn't pay your tithe' and then the knights would have to defend when the other farmers tried to barge in on their land--"

He stopped suddenly, mortified to realize he'd just told her about the ridiculous stories he'd made up about the inanimate chess pieces. At least he hadn't spilled that they made him play Pretty Pretty Princess with them instead.