Charley made a show of rolling her eyes at the taller boy, who was practically all arms and legs. There was still considerable doubt in her mind that such a dull, judgemental person could have ever played a game in his life. Not like it wasn't unthinkable, she knew there were games so boring that even a dull person would find them fun. For a moment, the urchin tried to imagine the Duke o' Limbs playing one in a stuffy room and it made her double over in giggles.

She landed on a scoff, as one shoe kicked out toward a gobstone. It didn't connect, just passed close enough to stir up the breeze. Charley watched the stone roll out the corner of her eye, shaking her head at the dullard boy. "What? You got some big, fancy table to shake outta those sleeves?"

Where else was she supposed to play?

It wasn't like the urchin had a room, and any table was only hers for the time she could claim it. She had streets and the discards of folks like him, who'd sooner turn up their noses than stick them too close to the muck. Charley couldn't figure out why someone like him would stick around long enough to tell her off about it. But if boy duke was inviting himself to her streets, she was going to take advantage.

"Are ya playin'?" Her chin nodded down to the stone, which had rolled to a stop at the boy's feet. Charley couldn't hide the glee in her eyes, or the challenge in her words. Besides, he owed her for losing a chance at a prized gobstone. "Or don't you got the stones for a proper game?"

The urchin grinned wide and toothy at the boy, waiting to see if he'd take the bait.

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