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[computative]

[ So Mary is seven. And while she's smart, she doesn't quite realize this network is private. Or that a message board is... a message board. Sorry network.]

Frank. Look what I made. Can I put it on the fridge?

Comments

[realists]

No, but now I agree that it's probably not for children if it promotes lying.

[ says the girl that fleeced a casino when she was twenty. she has experience. ]

I've heard of games like it, they just weren't called poker.

[adnauseam]

That sounds like it might be a little judgmental.

[ Which is more of an observation than anything. He won't take it to heart if it is. ]

What were they called?

[realists]

Sabacc, sakresh, pazaak. Liar's cut.

[ zero judgement. ]

[adnauseam]

[ Huh. ]

Haven't heard of any of those. Maybe you should be the one to teach me.

[realists]

Perhaps a trade. Poker for sabacc, go fish for math puzzles for Mary and I?

[adnauseam]

Sounds like a fair deal. Did you have a time in mind?

[realists]

Not specifically.

[ it's not like she has a job and is a productive member of society, don't be weird, frank. ]

We could meet somewhere after school.

[adnauseam]

Just let out for the summer. [ If she won't judge, he won't judge. ] I hear the new place has some tables we could use.

[ "The new place." Versus the one where they met, which isn't so kid-friendly. But even if she doesn't remember him, she should know what he means, given all the fanfare the town gave it. ]

Got plenty of space here at the house too.

[realists]

Your house will be fine.

[ a comfortable, easy place for mary is a bonus since frank won't have to worry about keeping an eye on her ]

just putting a button on this

[adnauseam]

Any time. We'll be up and around.