She scrutinizes the dice for a few moments more, then nods her head in solemn agreement.

"Doubles it is. That doesn't sound too bad." Almost win-win, unless I'm dreadfully mistaken.

She closes her fingers and cups the gaming pieces between both palms, giving a little shake, pausing and blowing into the space through her thumbs—not for any real reason. She's never been blessed with great fortune, nor does she consider herself particularly ill-fated, so, she just plays the odds. Without further ado she lightly casts them out onto the bar top, where they bounce and roll with that comforting resonance of hard



material on lacquered wood, and finally come to rest...