Magnus snorts once more. "It's a game," he says. He clears his throat again, and his voice comes slightly -- but only slightly -- easier. "There's a bowling ball, which is really heavy, with finger holes, and you launch it down a slick, narrow wood surface called a lane. You're trying to knock down ten pins at the end... they're like, wood cylinders that are shaped like wine bottles?" He gestures with his hands, but doesn't bother moving back from Galahad's hold, so it's doubtful Galahad can see the shape he's making. "And they're arranged in a triangle. If you don't aim right, the ball will fall into gutters... troughs?... on the side of the lane, and you won't get any points."