She probably gave up and started playing Minesweeper. " [. . . ] We reached the cafe and found Sydney bent over her laptop, with a barely eaten Danish and what was probably her fourth cup of coffee. We slid into seats beside her. "How's it—hey! You ARE playing Minesweeper!
I've always wondered if there was a Hezbollah version of minesweeper where you get points for blowing up on your first move.