"Hm, no need to look so glum, I believe that's about average, right?" Responded Steen thoughtfully.
"Uh, can we please move on to the next turn?" Sighed Mitchell in exasperation, burying his face in his hands in embarrassment.
It's kinda refreshing to see him like this, instead of his usual, somewhat annoying demeanor...also, heh, I win...
"Yeah, let's keep going, whose turn is it next?" I spoke up, my confidence boosted.
"Hey...stop looking at me like that, I can see the smugness in your eyes," Grumbled Mitchell, as he met my gaze.
"Hm? No idea what you're talking about, must be your imagination," I shrugged innocently in response, playing dumb.
"Alright, let's go clockwise, meaning that it's my turn next!" Grinned Steen, looking like he was having the time of his life, as he reached into the 'T' bowl and pulled out a folded piece of paper.
"What does it say?" Grey prompted him curiously.
