"O do ye now, do ye now?" Leela questions, leaning on one elbow. "Met plenty o' aliens in me line o' worrrk, and I m'self be mutant. Wouldn't mind havin' t'pleasure of sparring with a lad as assured as yerself, if ye ever take the notion. Out that thar back door be a fine place for a scrabble; had a few already wit' some mighty fine folk."

Leela's expression is a little smug, but it's merely a friendly offer. Take it or leave it.

[ooc: EEEK. PLEASE FORGIVE THE MASSIVE SLOWTIME. RL ATE MAH BRAINZ. D:]