[ Faraday is suitably impressed with how well she's picked up the trick, watching as she moves the cards with more skill than he would've thought of her mere minutes ago. Playing cards tended to invoke a particular image – smoke-filled saloons soaked through with whiskey and gin, drunken men gambling their lives away. Little wonder most folks tended to shy away from it, saw cards as playthings of the Devil, as silly as it seemed.
He had assumed the same of Emma – not that he would've blamed her for it. But she was a practical woman, had a good head on her shoulders, and Faraday thinks he should've known better.
Leaning forward a little, chin resting in his hand, Faraday watches each move closely. Spots little hesitations here and there that would give her away, were this a real performance, but in all, it's a good attempt, considering she's been at this for less than an hour. As she completes the cut, drops one packet atop the other, Faraday grins up at her. ]
Beautifully done. Couple more days of practice, and we might make a decent card sharp out of you, yet.
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He had assumed the same of Emma – not that he would've blamed her for it. But she was a practical woman, had a good head on her shoulders, and Faraday thinks he should've known better.
Leaning forward a little, chin resting in his hand, Faraday watches each move closely. Spots little hesitations here and there that would give her away, were this a real performance, but in all, it's a good attempt, considering she's been at this for less than an hour. As she completes the cut, drops one packet atop the other, Faraday grins up at her. ]
Beautifully done. Couple more days of practice, and we might make a decent card sharp out of you, yet.