[She grumbles on purpose, but doesn't protest further as he gets himself set up. On one hand, that deck is technically his- he's going to know them better than her. On the other hand, she's been carrying a copy- minus one card- and knows the patterns. Still, with a 16 Wis check, it's not perfect-- but she sure does see the way he's angling that shit.
So instead, she looks right at him, shoves the deck together into a solid block again, and cuts it in half-- before drawing the top card from the bottom half of the cut and turning it towards him without her looking.]
Don't try to get me to pick something for destiny's sake. I'll take whatever I want.
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So instead, she looks right at him, shoves the deck together into a solid block again, and cuts it in half-- before drawing the top card from the bottom half of the cut and turning it towards him without her looking.]
Don't try to get me to pick something for destiny's sake. I'll take whatever I want.