Why not?

As Sally stood to leave, James gestured to the game. "Wanna play a round? I haven't played that one in a while. You might actually beat me."

Sally smirked and looked at the strange controller Aurora had crafted. "Might need a new controller first. She got fed up with it not cooperating...or you could get rid of your pinkies but that sounds tedious." She chuckled at her own humor.

James looked, confused, at the thing Aurora had made laying on the sofa. He found himself more impressed than anything, and turned to the blue woman. "You can do that? That's awesome! We could make some really cool stuff together, I bet."

The spots on her arms flickered yellow, and James shook his head and hugged her. She turned blue, smiling wide, and returned the gesture. He looked back at the odd controller and purses his lips before shrugging, looking at Aurora with a thumb pointing at the screen. "Want to play?"

She nodded vigorously, wasting no time in reclaiming her seat. Sally gave James a pat on the shoulder and headed for the door. "Have fun. Fair warning, we were playing online and she...picked up some colorful phrases."

James laughed, "Like "fucked your mother on a cactus"? I wonder where from."

Sally stuck out her tongue. "She's old enough to curse, it's not like I'm a bad influence...I gotta get home before Mom starts nagging though, she knows what time you get off work."

"Drive safe. And Sal...thanks. I don't think I could manage this all on my own.", he said sincerely.

She smiled, "Sure you could. You're the smart one, remember? And she's not stupid either, I'm sure she'd find a way to figure things out with you."

Sally waved to Aurora, ducking out the door quickly so no one happening by might see anything strange. James watched Aurora slide her hands into the odd controller she had made, trying to piece together how it worked and what she'd made it out of. Before he was aware of it, he heard the beeping from their game, indicating the match starting. His head snapped toward the screen and he snatched the remaining controller from the cushion, flopping onto his butt.