With no outward signs of pain from Susan, Martha had to accept that she had recovered enough to do as she pleased. It still wasn't a good idea. Even if she was playing alone, there was still the chance that she could tear her stitches, which would be an even greater mess. But when it came down to it, Martha couldn't go too far in treating the other people around here like patients. She wished she could, but she wasn't about to put her foot down unless she really had reason to.

At the mention of "foot-the-ball," Martha raised an eyebrow. Did Susan mean regular old football? Why did she refer to it in such a strange way? Martha was about to ask, but Susan continued on, offering her opinion on the game of lacrosse. Martha couldn't say that she found any satisfaction in pushing friends into the mud, but she'd seen enough football matches (and rugby, for that matter) to know that a large percentage of people got some enjoyment out of it.

As Susan finished, Martha was quick to nod. "Speaking of which, you should be due for getting those removed. Fourteen days should be long enough. Not sure if you want me to do that, but..." She shrugged. As for finding other people to play with, well, that was simple enough. "I'm sure you could ask around on the network, see if anyone else plays." With how often people complained here about being bored, it seemed likely Susan could find some takers.