Mercy, for his part, couldn't have cared less about the idea of interacting with babbens his age. Or could he have? It was hard to tell, sometimes. But the plain simple fact of the matter was, the overachieving pegasus kept himself plenty busy with volunteer work - whether it was wanted or not - enough so that the idea of 'playing' and 'games' earned little more than a slow blink from the pink foal when his mother had more or less suggested it. (More or less...it's mom, so it's less a suggestion and more of a commentary on what his future held.)
It wasn't all bad, though. Paladin was there, and he was quite grateful to have his stoic brother there. He wouldn't feel so out of place that way, knowing that his bluntness could be received poorly and often spoke more loudly than his good intentions. Where his brother brought snacks, Mercy brought some refreshments of water and lemonade, though he had to be more careful bringing it on a tray between his teeth than his magically inclined sibling.
Flicking his tail and sitting nearby, Mercy looks between the two, vaguely amused that it seemed the three of them were out of their depth in more ways than one. Maybe it wouldn't be a total bust. "Hello," he looks over to the flutter with a polite nod. "I'm afraid my knowledge of marbles is - not fit for most polite conversation." He idly rubs a hoof against his jaw. Truly, he only knew how to pop them out of nostrils. Instead, he echoes his brother's sentiment, waiting for the ruels.
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