They get a little more comfortable in their seat - some furs stacked on a cushion besides a flat stump that's become their table. There's a few folding stools - enough for a group that's not present - leaned on her tent nearby, and she gestures.
"Take your pick, and make yourself at home."
"Take your pick, and make yourself at home."
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Jacks tutted his tongue, fingers tracing along the top of the seats like one choosing a new carpet… or a pet. This was something serious like that.
After a moment +
He began to shuffle the cards, tossing them between his hands.
It's more complicated than that, but they don't need to mope. Not right now.
"Lorelei, bless her, was the last, but she had her own monsters to chase. They didn't have much use for the stools, I guess."
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 +
“You kn’ how to shuffle?” He asked, trying to steer the topic to something less… gloomy on his new playing buddy.