>Gilda blinks, surprised
>"Well, uh... good for you, dweeb. Whatever."
>She turns away from you
>"If the whole school knows you're a huge fucking nerd, then it's not much of a deal. But I've got a reputation to maintain."
"A reputation for getting bullied by freshman?"
>Okay, maybe that was a little too mean
>Gilda grits her teeth, avoiding eye contact
>"N-no! A reputation for decking kids who think they can smart-mouth me, dumbass!"
>She crosses her arms
>"Thanks for giving me my sheet back, I guess. It's not like it was *that* important to me, though. Just a stupid game."
"Right. Just a stupid game."
>"Of course! I've got a ton of other hobbies! Cool hobbies! I'm not some weirdo who carries my rulebook around with me."
"So, you don't have your rulebook?"
>"Hell no. I'm not some kind of--"
"That'd explain why your statblock is all wrong. You added your POWR bonus to your raw STR score. The Power bonus is separate."
>"What? No it's not, you dork! Power is a part of strength!"
>Gilda grabs you by the collar, looking for moment like she's about to punch you over a rules squabble
>Then she realizes what she's doing, and lets go of you
>If her race was red before, it's positively, blazingly scarlet now
>"But... whatever. Ugh. Only a stupid dweeb like you would care about that, anyway."
"At least I'm a stupid dweeb who knows basic math."
>Gilda's right eye twitches
>"Yeah? Well, if you're such a fucking genius, how about we play a game, huh?"
>She crosses her arms, flashing a smug grin at you
>"I'll kick your fucking ass! Then we'll see who knows basic math!"
"Is... that an invitation?"
>"Ha! You're such a dweeb that you think I'm actually inviting you over!"
"I mean... aren't you?"
>"Well, yeah, I guess. Dweeb. But only to laugh at you!"