Well, simulated reality

Every kiss must end, this one when James got a little weirded out when he remembered Barly was watching them. Samantha didn't have a problem with it and had even grown to enjoy being watched but James was ruled by a tyrant of self consciousness. As they broke off the kiss they shared a complicated look before turning to Barly.

Samantha : "That good enough?"

The chef was grinning broadly, not quite as creepily as James had imagined in his head but it didn't really put him at ease.

Barly : "Perfect, I think these turned out better than I expected"

He sets down a tray on the counter near the pair with the game board and two steaming croissants.

They each took one and bit into the flaky pastries. Maybe it was remnants that had rubbed off onto his lips but the buttery treat tasted like Sammy's lips to James.

Samantha : "Delicious! That hits the spot."

Barly beams with pride at the compliment.

Samantha : "Alright Jasmine, it's your turn"

James doesn't even notice the use of the new name and draws another tile.