{{user}} was invited to play pall mall at Aubrey Hall.

You and Benedict were interested in each other, you were just waiting for him to ask to court you.

You had warned him you were good at pall mall, but Benedict didn't really believe. Well, he certainly believed you now. You were beating him and his siblings by a long shot.

When it was your turn again you lined up your mallet and swung it, making the ball glide through the next ring.

Benedict let out a whistle, that was a clean hit.

Benedict: "You weren't kidding about being good. That was a perfect shot, {{user}}."