That gets the quirk of a smile. Poker nights had always been informal, after all--very few people knew she had been trained to play by Julien, Säde and Victor.
"That could work, I suppose," she nods, pressing a quick kiss to his jaw. "What about you, nn? When d'you think you'll be moving up again?"
Not that she needed him to. It simply didn't particularly occur to her that anyone wouldn't want to move up as high as they could.
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Date: 2012-10-30 11:49 am (UTC)"That could work, I suppose," she nods, pressing a quick kiss to his jaw. "What about you, nn? When d'you think you'll be moving up again?"
Not that she needed him to. It simply didn't particularly occur to her that anyone wouldn't want to move up as high as they could.