Tim realized "Jenny" was trying to distract him while her hand crept up on the mouse on the desk behind him. "Oh no you don't!" he shouted as he pushed Jenny over and leapt off the chair. She faltered, bracing her left hand on the desk. With her shifting weight she couldn't control her right hand from pressing down on the mouse as it slid across the pad.
"Ouch, what the hell, Tim? I almost twisted my ankle." Jenny flopped into the chair and massaged her foot.
"Serves you right for trying something sneaky," Tim said with his arms crossed.
"I was just trying to kiss you, dum-dum. Good luck getting me to try it again."
"I saw you reaching for the mouse! You were probably going to turn me into a four-year-old girl just like I did to you."
"Turn me into a four-year-old? We only just got the game set up, and that's your first idea?"
Tim was speechless for a moment before he realized what had happened. He leaned in to look at the computer screen and saw that in their scuffle, Jenny had clicked her aware toggle to "Off" again.
"I've got to make up my mind on what to do first," she muttered, the incident forgotten and her attention back on the computer. "So many options..."