[ emma's not laughing, but she's at least smiling as she gathers up the cards, reaching out to put them together with the other stack faraday's managed to find from the way they'd spilled across the bed. ]

I never claimed to be an expert of any kind.

[ she glances around for any stray cards, picking up the deck again. ]

You just never happened to ask before about any of my card playin' experience.

[ looking back at faraday, she's still smiling, small but genuinely warm as she neatens up the cards, casually riffling them again and trying to repeat what he'd shown her. she has a bit more success this time, not sending the cards flying, but she still has to do it awful slow to make sure she doesn't slip up. ]