[Gavial’s been putting more focus into how things go from round to round rather than keeping it all in mind as a cohesive whole, so when the final round is called, it catches her by surprise. She’s glancing around to see what she can glean about the totals around the table. A few close, some not so close (sorry, Byleth).]

Can’t win ‘em all, I guess. I’ll roll this next one in your honor, then.

[Cheer up, buddy! Gavial’s not nearly as close to the top in winnings here, so she’ll have to really go for it on this last hand. In the dice go, rattle rattle, and roll.]

Think I nabbed the luck from you. [The bad luck, because all she’s got is a pair of snake eyes.] Two pairs!

[Called confidently and a little smugly, but she is very clearly not wanting to look back at the dice under her cup again.]