[ marco quiets, thinking it best not to admit he has been doing some delivery work for the laundromat down by the basement. it hasn't given him many chips, but certainly more than he would have had otherwise. it's not a permanent solution, though he admits it's nice to have something to do other than sit around waiting for the next tomfoolery via house whimsy. he knows, eventually, he will have to start playing the actual house games (casino or otherwise) to make enough ends meet.
for now he bides his time. stalls. ]
Your Holy Grail, [ he says, after a poignant pause. not hers, specifically, of course, but that of her world's. ] You said it was another wish-granting mechanism. There's proof of its capabilities?
[ perhaps she'll see where he means to go with this line of thinking. if she is going to such lengths to play one game for a wish, will she another? is she convinced, then, that the house's promise bears the same weight? ]
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for now he bides his time. stalls. ]
Your Holy Grail, [ he says, after a poignant pause. not hers, specifically, of course, but that of her world's. ] You said it was another wish-granting mechanism. There's proof of its capabilities?
[ perhaps she'll see where he means to go with this line of thinking. if she is going to such lengths to play one game for a wish, will she another? is she convinced, then, that the house's promise bears the same weight? ]