"By the way," Rex said casually, glancing at Ys as the trio strolled across the bustling casino floor, weaving between rows of flashing machines and excited gamblers.
Ys was walking on his left; her arm looped lightly around his as if staking her claim. "What were you two arguing about earlier? Something about instinct versus statistics?"
"Oh, that?" Ys smirked, puffing her chest out slightly as if she had already won the debate.
"It's simple, darling. Cleo here keeps insisting that the best way to win at these games is to use probabilities, statistics, and all that boring nonsense. But I say it's all about instinct! You just know where to bet if you've got good instincts. It's a gut thing, you know?"
Cleo, walking on Rex's other side with her usual composed grace, didn't even open her eyes as she replied. "Instinct is just a euphemism for guessing," she said calmly, her tone tinged with a hint of superiority.
