“Folks lea’, tis true. Bit, ah always say, whin seats are empty at th' table that juist means ye'v got room t’ mak' fresh friends!”
Jacks hadn’t had the luxury of knowing loss in the way Gil spoke of it. People had to stay around for them to be your friend.
He notices her eyes following the +
Jacks hadn’t had the luxury of knowing loss in the way Gil spoke of it. People had to stay around for them to be your friend.
He notices her eyes following the +
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“You kn’ how to shuffle?” He asked, trying to steer the topic to something less… gloomy on his new playing buddy.
"Most of my games have been around a campfire or at a tavern. There was a casino once. They get angry if you try to shuffle...
Where'd [you] learn to shuffle?"
They lean far to grab a bottle of something light from their supplies, holding it up questioningly - offering to share.
“Mah cousin. His fowk +
A trade was offered; the bottle for the deck. As Gil split the deck, Jacks took a swig… unless a cup was offered. That made it proper like.
Try as they might, it's taking a shade too long to work out the full meaning of the sentence, but they're not too proud to ask, either.