Amy flushed, not knowing what to say. It seemed like Ben's comment was one of those knee-jerk things you said when you weren't thinking, considering he said sorry after, but she was embarrassed.

She almost told him to fuck off, but she didn't need any more social fail tonight. This was why she hid behind a computer screen. Things were much less complicated. She should have had another wine cooler.

After a long silence, she finally managed to say, "Well, that was sufficently awkward."

Yeah, that was helping the situation.

Change the subject, change the subject. she thought to herself.

"So, um... when's your next Quodpot game?"