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!"

surprise, Meg fell

having a good roll, there was no way she was getting a bet-Frank's poker face was just that good, and the odds were in her favor,

in exasperation when she saw that Frank did not have a

ahead of themselves because they had a good roll, and it was surprising that a veteran like her would fall for the same dangers too. "Risk, again. Because I have nothing

"Now that's a problem..."

expect to win-it was expected when they had good

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 Alda. I laugh or don't mind either way-as

not care what Alda thought

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

Alda giggled gleefully, not knowing Frank's thoughts and presuming that

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

was at once

think you can give us something half-assed. This must look

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