"Tis a game of exquisite timing", said the princess. "Tapping to eject the solar matter at your enemies whilst then holding to collect the debris from your victories"
"But what of the graphics?", mocked the Baron. "They are the scrawlings of a child!", he mocked.
"A necessity. Short timelines did dictate such a thing".
A pause from both until the Princess whispers "But it is fun, is not?"
The Baron reflects. "Aye, tis such".