'Master! I hereby challenge you to a duel!'
Dealing out with five cards each, Jon and Pethant slammed away at the card game in the middle of the shuttle where they have managed to secure a pair of seats with tables even at the morning peak hours. That's largely thanks to Pethant's massive suit of cameraman armor which he packed very nicely in luggage that looked about as big as a whole human adult.
'Pairs, Strings, Triples.' Jon said, throwing cards in quick succession.
'Reversal, Quad, Selections....' Pethant countered when suddenly a smirk crept up his face, 'And the Flush.'
'Shit!' Jon cursed before throwing the cards on the table, 'I suck at these games.'
