[ Ciri grins back, a little flushed herself between the alcohol and the laughter, and just kind of gives a shrug as if to say, "hey, you're the one who came up with the silly name in the first place."

Vi scoots closer, and Ciri responds in kind without thinking, automatic. Something magnetic about her proximity, as the legs of Ciri's chair scrape the floor, pulled up against the table's edge. ]

Has to be your own story. No cheating with made-up ones. Something you did worth telling about.

[ Ciri's got plenty of monster-killing tales herself. Vi's got that air, the kind that says she's ready for a fight, and Ciri finds herself curious.

She leans forward, clasping Vi's hand briefly, firmly, before pulling away to grab up the dice again and shake them in the cup. ]

All right. First bet's yours.

Total dice -- even or odd?