"Sure, I don't have a board here, not really." The checkered landscape hardly counted, while the berries and bits could be pawns, they were much too large-- or Charles was much too small-- regardless it wasn't the land for a game so much as cuts of grass patterned into the distance. "Do you?" He cocks his head to the side, looking her over, though she doesn't appear to have one, he's never one to outright deny the existence of the unseen-- he was, after all, a telepath.