[There’s quiet consideration and and thoughtful shifting around the table after each of these dice rolls, and Yuri’s makes no exception. One of the other players at the table looks half-way to voicing their suspicion when Gavial leans a little closer to Yuri and beats them to it. She props one elbow on the table in front of her and rests her chin on a closed fist, scrutinizing her companion with a sharp look.]
Now that sounds a little too good to be true to me. Let’s see ‘em, champ.
[Did she have anything other than a gut feeling here? No, not really, and Yuri’s much too smooth to give much away, that much she’s already discovered after one set of games together. Misplaced accusation or not, call it a… learning opportunity to see how he might approach all this.]
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Now that sounds a little too good to be true to me. Let’s see ‘em, champ.
[Did she have anything other than a gut feeling here? No, not really, and Yuri’s much too smooth to give much away, that much she’s already discovered after one set of games together. Misplaced accusation or not, call it a… learning opportunity to see how he might approach all this.]