Amber had a few more bites before stopping, stomach filled, leaving maybe a fifth uneaten. The Denver omelet really was too intense for breakfast-- though if they were going to compete at basketball, it was a good thing she'd loaded up on a solid meal. Eric had a physical advantage: in tennis shoes they'd be the same height, but he was stronger. Fortunately, basketball was a game where speed counted, and Amber might have the upper hand there. Then again, he'd mentioned playing before, which probably meant he had more recent practice, and--

She'd have to use unconventional tricks, that was all. He'd been working for House all these years, he'd be used to it; hell, she'd have to watch out for him pulling any on her. Only Amber got to cheat.

"You won't need to see," Amber said sweetly. "I'm going to win, and that's all there is to it." The possibility of her losing didn't exist. Simple as that. She drained the last of her coffee and got up as if she meant to start clearing away the table-- only to throw her arm around Eric's neck, playfully cornering his Adam's apple in the crook of her elbow. "How's 'bout that?" she laughed. This headlock had been one of the favorites amongst the three of them, growing up, though it definitely wasn't the most vicious of their moves. Those she'd save for the court proper. "Still brave enough to take me on?"