Zach laughed at Jo's comment about not getting caught. He could certainly believe it that she could be stealthy. The way she had hopped the barrier at the Parthenon had seemed rather well practiced. He, on the other hand, was about as subtle as a foghorn. He possessed the guiltiest of consciences. Then again, perhaps he was somewhat sneaky since he had embarked on this adventure without any indication.

"I do hope you weren't banned from the establishment. Their sweet treats are much too delicious to miss!" He teased. Zach was certain Honeydukes probably had many children with sticky fingers who tried to pocket some of its delectables. Quincey Honeyduke didn't seem the sort to hold it over a child's head into adulthood. He could be wrong, though.

The last card was tossed onto the pile without a word. Before he could even read what was written, he notice Jo already sipping her wine. Merlin, that was worrisome. Leaning forward, he peered at the words written under the colored shape, and his cheeks started to burn a subtle crimson. Zachariah fumbled for his own glass and down the rest of its contents.

He was not going to answer that question, even if he had a few ideas floating about in his head.

After a few moments of silence while he pretended to be savoring his wine, he cleared his throat. "It...it appears you have won. Congratulations."