Loser of the year

"Speaking of which, how about we play a few games after dinner?" He suggested. 

"Boring." She rejected without batting an eyelid. 

"Come on, don't be such a party pooper." He coaxed, looking forward to a certain game he had in mind. He had been looking for an opportunity to play it with her, and this was the best chance! 

She pulled away from him with a harrumph. "I know that look. You always have that lopsided grin on your face when you're planning something mischievous." 

He chuckled in defeat. "You're getting to know your man better, aren't you? That's a good sign." 

"Please, how long have I known you? I know all the worms in your stomach, okay?" She rolled her eyes and moved to sit beside him on the large outdoor mat. 

He laughed at her analogy before he realized what she was trying to do. "Hey! Don't change the topic. It…"