Daria looked amused at Lisa's joke, though the guys took it more seriously than she'd have guessed.  Though obviously, there was no way such a person could play this game.  But Paco's comment made her look thoughtfully at Josh... Daria herself was nominally a protestant, although none of her family really paid much attention to religion, not since she was baptized.  But Paco took it more seriously, and so did Josh too, she thought, from his opposite position.<strong>"Umm... right.  Good one, Lisa, but... I guess we won't invite him today."</strong>She grinned to lighten the mood.<br/><br/>Gwynn looked at Gargantua, and nodded.<strong>"Smart man, I think.  Let's see what we can see."</strong>She looked up at Marc, mystified for a moment, then the light dawned.<strong>"Oh!  Right.  Right, sure."</strong>That definitely hadn't been her plan... but three minutes... ok, she could run around.  A little.  But first... she grabbed one of the standard dice, six-sided, and rolled. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=100776)<strong>"3!  OK, I guess."</strong><br/><br/>Then she pushed up out of her chair, paused a moment, and began running in circles after Marc, trying to keep up his pace.  She was no athlete, although she wasn't massively out of shape either.  Well... maybe more so than she thought, as she found her breath becoming heavy pretty soon... she wasn't overweight, but exercise wasn't her thing, not since grade 10 gym class.  She kept running, pretty soon she was obviously labouring a little.  She flapped her button-up shirt, flashing her tank top, to cool off.  Once she grazed Marc's shoulder, just barely.  Then, more tired and so moving awkwardly, she brushed heavily against the edge of a chair, before bouncing back into Marc a little as she staggered, until she got her balance back.<strong>"Sorry."</strong>Then she started speeding up again... she didn't have a watch on, but it must have been well past two minutes when she shucked her shirt, pale shoulders and arms lightly shiny with perspiration, contrasting with the black tank top, and the green shirt now bunched up in her fist.  She tried to toss it onto her seat on the next pass, but it caught on Paco's armrest and flapped out into his lap.<br/><br/>When she was finally told it was enough, she'd flop down, panting and red-cheeked from exertion and a bit of embarrassment, and holding out her drink cup wordlessly for a refill.<br/>