[Daneca would tell him that he didn't do it to them, but she knows that thought's something that takes time to accept. She hasn't fully accepted the idea she, personally, didn't work Scott.]

Well, you can sit here. And you can know what happened. But you don't have to dwell on it. You can...

[Daneca glances around her room. Her eyes settle on her closet for a second before looking at him again with a grin.]

You can get your ass kicked in Scrabble instead.