Tamara listens to him and nods, her look moving from Sar to the pool table, the balls and the pocket. She ponders on his advices for a bit, then she readies herself, assuming the position he showed her minutes ago, taking ehr time to line up the cue stick with the balls and the pocket where he put his digit. She shifts her position a bit, trying to line up the cue stick, the balla nd Sar's finger, wanting to make sure she'll put the ball in the pocket this time.<br/><br/>After a couple minutes, she hits the white ball, which hits the ball right in front fo her, sending it straight into the pocket, a bit fast as she hits it with more force than needed. She bounces and claps her paws together happily when the other ball rolls down the pocket, her tail flicking happily.