I'll take your word for it, considerin' I've never seen a deck of cards in your hands till tonight.

[ He smiles approvingly at the improvement – and it was quite an improvement in such short time. Must be that competitive streak in her again, the one he glimpsed earlier in the evening; that little need to prove herself, and Faraday can't exactly fault her for it. ]

Pretty.

[ He nods to the cards, turning sideways to face her on the bed, one leg drawn up on the mattress. ]

Try it again.