"Maybe I would've been if they had one," Beverly quips, shooting him a grin. It's all a little ridiculous, but she likes that. Being able to joke around like this is nice, and still something that feels sort of new to her. She's been in Darrow for a while now, and lived with Hopper for a while, too, but part of her still isn't used to having friends and people to count on. For a long time, she was virtually on her own. She tries to push aside the little voice in the back of her head that tells her she will again, the awful images from that dream that she thinks was about her. That isn't what she needs to be thinking about right now.

At least this makes for a good distraction. She has no intention of letting Hopper win, which means she needs to do at least as well as he does in their little competition. Taking a deep breath, she gives herself a moment, then tosses the beanbag straight through the center ring.

She beams as she turns towards Hopper again. "You were saying about the Olympic team?"