[ See, this is exactly why he’s not saying anything yet! The thought is in his head, but he’s keeping it to himself until some of this smugness cools down a bit—and until she’s actually played more than once. It’s probably going to happen, though. If Dustin can’t be his protege, he’ll just have to pick someone else. ]

Alright, alright—first of all, you didn’t win. You just played an impressively good game. For a beginner.

[ He emphasized that part pointedly. Even though she played well for literally anyone, not just a beginner. ]

Second of all...you’re right. I’m just talking shit. But I'm still gonna hold you to that. Come back next time, do even better.