While Jouri and Alda were busy joking around, Meg finished her push-ups.

"Let's continue!"

Frank and Meg both rolled their dice, and it was a dramatic reversal this time-Meg had five threes, while Frank had two sixes, two, five, and four.

It was a really bad roll, and Alda was left wondering if the program was unreliable... Why would there always be five-of-a-kind in every roll?

"Five threes!" Meg exclaimed, confident now that she had a good roll.

"Six threes!"

Frank did not have threes, but it was never about one's roll-bluffing worked on occasion.

"Seven threes!"

no surprise, Meg fell for

face was just that good, and the odds were in her favor, so she

she saw that Frank did not have a

of themselves because they had a good roll, and it was surprising that a veteran like her would fall for the

"Now that's a problem..."

they had good rolls, but they won anyway

idea what penalty to give out, Jouri reminded her, "Don't decide on your own. Let Lugh decide

not sure if he should or cry. "I'll just leave it to

what Alda thought

to start pressing his luck like some common scum-hugs and

think you should do the honors." Alda giggled gleefully, not knowing Frank's thoughts and presuming that he

hard?" Jouri snorted impatiently. "Why don't I help you

at

there-don't think you can give us something

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