paradisa | (no subject)

There is more than one likely outcome to this game. How would you see your gifts wrapped, dear friends?

I would not worry about wrappings... What is inside matters more. [cheeky smile. :)]

I don't want mine wrapped. I'll settle for a nice dinner.

[ She bites back a snicker at Ezio. ]

It is settled then. How shall we begin?

Someone goes first, correct?

[Oh, Lucrezia, you know how it is, girl B) He picks through his letters.

R J I V F F X I

What the fuck. He's going to lose at this already.]

This is going to be harder than expected...

[Steph feels out the correct number of tiles, then hands the bag to Lucrezia.]

We'll let Lucrezia go first. That way, when she kicks our butt, we can say she had the advantage.

[ This must be how Gioffre feels at card games. She takes out the letters and checks them on her palm: K B T E F T Z T. Hrm. ]

Then I will be sorely embarrassed if I lose.

[he rearranges his tiles with a laugh.]

I don't think there's a worthwhile word in my possession.

[Steph looks at her tiles. K D A A W L J.]

Remember, if they suck, you can trade them in.

[ She wants to trade them in to win, but the challenge is more fun than winning. She puts out "BET" and takes three tiles: H K U. ]

[He plays "FIRE" off her "E", and picks up O P E.]

Could we just keep trading until we found exactly what we wanted?

Well, if you exchange tiles, you don't place any down that turn. So you could, but it's not a good tactic.

[As she explains, she puts down "WAIL" off the "I" and nabs U C I.]

[ She puts down "WOKE" off the "W" and takes O F A. This is much harder than she thought it would be. ]

[He stares at his tiles and then swaps some out...]

Are we to have an entire board of four letter words?

[Steph puts down three more tiles.]

Hey, I don't see you changing it up.

[ She laughs, placing yet another three tiles. ]

I have no talent for this after all.

[he laughs suddenly and plays FICA :)]

[Steph blinks.]

I don't know what fik-ah means. Is that Italian? It doesn't count.

[ Lucrezia doesn't blink, until she chokes on her own saliva and coughs uncontrollably. ]

Are you ill?

[Okay, maybe that was a little forward. He's a bad nobleman, okay? He glances at Lucrezia, trying to hide the massive smile on his face, but largely failing.]

It means "fig", doesn't it, Lucrezia?A ribboned fruit, a wonderful thing?

[Patting Lucrezia on the back, very confused but getting an idea...]

It's something dirty, isn't it.

[ Trying so hard to catch a breath. Still she can't help but laugh at his description of--the word. This is for your own good, Stephanie. ]

Yes--no. Yes, that is what it means.

[Laughing, still. See, he complimented both of you. He's just being smooth.]

What would make you think that, Stephanie? If you look it up, you'll see we're telling the truth.

[Suspicious...]

Why all the laughing, then? You guys aren't really gaining my confidence here. [She looks at Lucrezia.] C'mon. Tell me!

[ She bites her lips to keep from laughing. Ezio, you started this, you end it. ]

Perhaps you could elaborate on your intention instead, Ezio?