[Booker doesn’t sound convinced on either of those statements, but he’ll humor her for as long as she likes.]
A few more rounds, then. Maybe your beginner’s luck is just a late bloomer.
[And even if it was, Booker could play a little nicer as the rounds pass. Could make a few bad calls as the house dealing the cards, knowing that the odds favor him. But there’s something amusing about her expression as she loses one hand after another; that vaguely annoyed consternation of not being good at something right off the bat.
It’s funny, kinda cute. Morever, he’s having a little fun, because a winning streak like his was hard-won at a real gambler’s table.]
If we were betting real money, I would’ve cleaned you out by now, Amelia.
[—he says after she busts yet again.]
Part of playing the game is knowing when to admit defeat and walk away.
[ There are otherworldly forces that have got to be messing with her. That must be it. With every victory, Booker collects and every loss stacking up on her end, Amelia's eyebrows are wrinkled in a near-permanent frown. Her arms are crossed with one finger tapping impatiently in the nook of her elbow.
There is probably some metaphorical steam rising up from her red hair as she mulls over the games. ]
Well.
[ Well. She uncrosses her arms and takes a deep breath. ]
I think we have both learned something important from this.
[ And with a completely straight face: ]
I'm going to have to study more to increase my chances of winning even if the house has the advantage. This will be a good opportunity to review my understanding of probability and the like.
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[Booker doesn’t sound convinced on either of those statements, but he’ll humor her for as long as she likes.]
A few more rounds, then. Maybe your beginner’s luck is just a late bloomer.
[And even if it was, Booker could play a little nicer as the rounds pass. Could make a few bad calls as the house dealing the cards, knowing that the odds favor him. But there’s something amusing about her expression as she loses one hand after another; that vaguely annoyed consternation of not being good at something right off the bat.
It’s funny, kinda cute. Morever, he’s having a little fun, because a winning streak like his was hard-won at a real gambler’s table.]
If we were betting real money, I would’ve cleaned you out by now, Amelia.
[—he says after she busts yet again.]
Part of playing the game is knowing when to admit defeat and walk away.
[says the man who had a gambling problem]
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There is probably some metaphorical steam rising up from her red hair as she mulls over the games. ]
Well.
[ Well. She uncrosses her arms and takes a deep breath. ]
I think we have both learned something important from this.
[ And with a completely straight face: ]
I'm going to have to study more to increase my chances of winning even if the house has the advantage. This will be a good opportunity to review my understanding of probability and the like.
[ Seriously... ]