"I was contributing to the joke," Charles responded.
The smirk on his face gives him away, though. Olivia ignores his look, choosing to just sigh instead. With that, they continue to play.
Eventually, he has set the last of his cards down, indicating that he has won their little game.
"That's the fifth time...!" she whined, gathering up all the cards to reshuffle them.
"How are you so good at this?"
"Can we stop playing for now...?" he said and shrugged.
"I'm getting tired. It's probably about time we get serious, too."
"Alright."
Olivia began to pack all the cards into their designated box. Once she was finished, she handed it over to Charles so he could shove it back in his bag.
"I wonder if we should try knocking again?" she suggested, looking over to the door.
"What's the point?" he sighed.
"I mean, they may be up for all we know. Just too busy."
