Buffy's gaze lifted up towards him for a moment, wary and reproachful, then her eyes rolled harshly and she turned her face away, reluctant. Then her gaze, but not her face, turned back towards him, relenting.

"Fine. Mushroom course. But if I beat you, you're not allowed to whine about it." She turned to pick her controller back up, shifting on the couch to lean her back against the arm rest on one side, stretching her legs across his lap.