A/N: Well, my time management and rating skills are crap. So I'm sorry, this is about 90% completely my fault for the lateness of this chapter. As always, everyone is being lovely and your reviews are beautiful.

disclaimer: Anything and everything here is mostly out of memory. TBBT is not mine and there might be multiple references to other fanfics that I've read. Any mention of a real-life game, company, etc. is completely coincidental unless stated otherwise.

Chapter 2: Sheldon is a sucker for tea

"Leonard said he would pick me up at around eight. Can you believe that Amy? Around." Sheldon shook his head slightly, watching his girlfriend set up the food on her kitchen counter while he sat on the sofa.

"I'm sure he'll do his best to pick you up on a multiple of five." Amy said reassuringly carefully arranging the sashimi on a plate, with sterilized surgical gloves of course, before moving on to her sandwich, which she picked up and put on another plate.

"Who knows with fellas like him. Based on the progress he's making with his work, it's a wonder why he even has time to stop." He accepted the plate, carefully analyzing the content, making sure the pieces were aligned based on shape and freshness.

"Half-fatty, half-regular?"

"Yes."

"High-grade Tuna?"

"Yes."

"Low-sodium soy sauce?"

"Yes."

"Wasabi, grated, not paste?"

"Yes."

"Exceptional."

"Always." Amy smiled sweetly as she sat down beside her boyfriend, handing him a glass of cola. He accepted it, careful to not tip the liquid onto her couch. The brunette sat beside him, removing her gloves and neatly placing them on the coffee table.

"Isn't it strange Sheldon?" She asked, a hint of musing in her voice.

"Isn't what strange?" He asked back, a confused expression on his face as he held his sashimi half-way to his mouth.

"The fact that you can't drive." Amy took a bite of her sandwich, looking the physicist straight in the eye.

"It's not that I can't drive, it's that I choose not to. And I've told you before, I'm simply too evolved for driving." Where was the vixen getting at?

"Walking is even more primitive than driving and yet you do that."

The Texan blinked for a moment before setting down his food. A debate huh?

"Irrelevant, my mother taught me how to walk before I had the brainpower to resist."

"You'd still be walking regardless."

"Untrue, if I had been trained to maximize the use of my brain power I wouldn't need a form of transportation. I could simply move my atomic structure at the speed of light. "

"Your brain runs on less than twenty watts of electricity, hardly enough for teleportation powers."

"That's based on ordinary people."

"Are you saying you're above humans?"

"I guess we'll never know."

"Then theorize. That's your job isn't it?"

"Mathematics isn't the sufficient medium here."

"But neurobiology is."

Sheldon stared at her blankly for a moment before speaking, a serious edge to his tone.

"I see where you are going and I resent it completely."

Amy only smirked as Sheldon turned away, back to his food. He casually leaned over to pick up the remote sitting on the coffee table, flipping through the channels on her television until he finally stopped on the documentary channel which was doing a special on birds.

"I've always wanted to watch these. Too bad I never had the time."

Amy cocked her head to the side slightly, bemused by her boyfriend who was unceremoniously lounging on her couch, eating cleaner-than-bleached-socks sashimi, watching a documentary on the one thing that, had it been a year before, he would climbed a tree from. The ways he has grown.

They sat there throughout the documentary in comfortable silence, Amy spouting fun facts regarding a bird's tolerance for nicotine during breaks and Sheldon commenting on the flight patterns of the average pigeon.

When the documentary would start again, they were instantly silenced, as if they had some unspoken respect for the video played in front of them. Their eyes were trained mostly on the show but Amy couldn't help but take a peek at Sheldon who couldn't help but flinch every time they showed an image of a chicken. Oh well, can't change a man's past after all.

"Well that was informative. I feel like I know a whole new part of our world." Sheldon said brightly with the proud air of a toddler who recited the alphabet for the first time.

"Well I'm proud of you Sheldon." Amy said, clearing out the coffee table from the remaining scraps of their lunch.

"Me too." He said offhandedly, helping Amy remove the plates.

"A pizza is not a pie! It's a flat piece of bread with delightful savory toppings!"

"Oh yeah? Then why do they call it pizza PIE?!"

"It's a cultural decision!"

"NO, IT'S A PIE!"

Leonard sighed and turned back to Howard and Raj who were bickering along the hallways of Caltech as they walked to the cafeteria.

"It was funny ten minutes ago fellas, let it go."

"Not until he admits that a pizza pie is a PIE."

"Oh yeah? Pies have pastry on it dough on it."

"Not all pies."

"Yes they-"

"Will you guys just shut up?"

"Not until-"

"Just search it on Wikipedia or something!"

"Would you like a drink then Sheldon? It's too early for alcohol but tea would seem appropriate."Amy asked, moving towards her tea box because, let's face it, Doctor Sheldon Cooper is a sucker for tea.

"I have no flame to quell in the depth of my conscious, so Earl Grey would be delightful." Sheldon moved to her kitchen counter, picking out a mug.

"Excellent choice." Amy said, heating some water to the perfect temperature and pouring it before soaking the tea bag in the liquid, picking out a mild chamomile for herself and doing the same.

"So then, what do you do for fun 'round here?" Sheldon asked, the Texan accent slipping into his voice.

The question caught Amy by surprise, which surprised her as well. What do I do for fun? I go to Penny's.

"Uhm… I have an old set of cards somewhere around here but usually I just go to Penny's or watch a movie." Or read a romance novel or brush my teeth. She shrugged, slightly embarrassed at not having an answer as whimsical as Sheldon would have most likely preferred.

"Oh I suppose we could make do with a card game, I've got a good one. It's called Element-jack, it's like blackjack, but you have to get a certain atomic number to win. I made it up back home when I was ten." He said proudly, taking a sip from his mug and standing to find the said cards.

"That sounds brilliant, basic, but brilliant." Amy smiled behind her own cup that she was holding.

"That was the intention." Sheldon replied looking at Amy with the same look of happiness that he showed whenever he was understood. "Aha!" He exclaimed, finding the old deck tucked away behind a book on primate hygiene.

"Here we go. Amy?" He asked, motioning for her to take the pack of cards, probably for shuffling. She took a quick sip, pleased that she didn't scald her tongue, and moved to take the deck. He sat on a chair by the couch while Amy sat on her sofa.

"Now the rules are simple, we check the first card on the deck and pick an element from that same period. If it's a double digit, or a jack, queen, king, etc., just add the numbers together jack being eleven so that would add up to two and so forth. Eight and nine would be the separated actinide and lanthanide groups respectively. " He paused for a moment to look at Amy who still seemed to be thoroughly shuffling the cards. She looked up for a bit and nodded slightly to indicate that she was still listening.

"Then we proceed to take two cards each, taking another or more if we wish, add up the total and whoever gets the closest to the atomic number of the chosen element, wins the round." He beamed watching Amy who was patting down the deck and handing it back to Sheldon.

"Sounds good, one question though, is there a consequence system?" Amy asked, cocking her head to the side with a mischievous edge in her smile.

"Well no."

"Why not?" She asked, scooting closer to the edge of the couch, and by extension, Sheldon.

"It's not gambling Amy." She sat back, her smile fell slightly, but she was not discouraged.

"How about this, whenever one of us wins, we ask a question to the other, something personal." She said, biting her lip, hoping her boyfriend doesn't catch on to her scheme.

"A little out of my comfort zone, but alright."

The neurobiologist smiled, this will be fun.

A/N: Right, awkward moment with the boys there for a bit. I honestly think I put them there because that very pizza debate has been on my mind for a while. As always, review!