Card game vignette

“The one, the ace, the spy… now why do they rank it high?”

“You’re a poet, Mazie!” Farisa, who hadn’t had a drip of decent drink for weeks, buzzed a smile.

“Hey!” Mazie tied her hair back, perhaps thinking she’d look more like a serious card player that way. “They don’t ‘ave this game where I’m from. I’m just trying not to lose my shirt.”

“Now, who says I won’t train you to lose, Maze?”

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