"Not fun? Why, it'd be downright delightful for me. Not to mention it'll be helpful preparation for the next time I take you out to dinner." Nobody dared say anything to the young miss Kiramman and her companion, of course, but the looks from the wait staff as Vi tore into the chicken with her bare hands plague Caitlyn to this day.

"Oh, that's so derivative," she scoffs with a roll of her eyes, but accepts this. "You could've gone more ambitious, you know, considering the fact you won't be winning anyway. But very well. Come on." She loops her arm through Vi's, tugging her back towards the game room with an urgency to her step.