"Hey, I told you I had good aim," Beverly points out with a grin. She's not sure it counts as hustling when she was upfront about that, but she also knows this is all in fun anyway. A little competitive spirit is hardly a bad thing, especially when she knows dinner isn't really at stake here. Even if it were, it wouldn't matter all that much. Boardwalk food isn't all that expensive.

Taking the beanbag, she says, "Alright, let's go for the win here." These things are mostly rigged and she knows it, but it's not like she's trying to beat the game, just trying to beat Hopper. And she really, really wants to win. He's tough, but she's good at this, and when she gives her last throw, it lands exactly where she wants it to. "Yes!"