[ With a single-scoop cup of pistachio in hand, Phil stops — there's no one else around at the moment as far as he can tell, so he's presuming that offer was addressed to him, even if Tenn isn't looking in his direction — and tilts his head slightly as he looks at the selection of games. Not a lot, but they're at least familiar ones. ]
Hm? That's fine with me. What did you have in mind?
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Hm? That's fine with me. What did you have in mind?