Gren wanders the party, licking the remnants of barbeque sauce from his fingers as politely as was feasibly possible, a beer in one hand (which made the process even more difficult). He's not sure if he's up to playing (at least not so soon after eating), so he's occupying the sidelines for moment, where he encounters Gideon.

He gives the man a curt if not slightly embarrassed wave at having been (possibly) seen looking a bit foolish with fingers in his mouth, but he smiles all the same.

"Not interested in playing?"