[... Alright, he had a point. Closer inspection reveals that it does seem to be the last swig of the drink being thrown, and there is... talking. Admittedly, she does not like talking. Her eyes narrow as she watches, then looks back at Vander, her lips pursed as if determined to be some sort of opposite to his absurd grinning.]
Do you know the other rules?
[What are they, gambling? Asking questions?
As tempting as it was to demand a contest as she understood it... he might just look a bit too smug.]
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Do you know the other rules?
[What are they, gambling? Asking questions?
As tempting as it was to demand a contest as she understood it... he might just look a bit too smug.]