Bela peeked at her card and then back at Arthur Pettigrew. Her hand was not as good as last time's, but it was not terrible; Arthur Pettigrew's hand could either be much worse or much better, and she had the chips to take the chance that they were worse. She pushed two sickle's worth forward, a far cry from her starting bets from her first hand.

"Of course we're not friends," she said, a bit dramatically. She smiled conspiratorially at Arthur Pettigrew before motioning him to make his move. "I can't be friends with someone who's this terrible at cards."

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