Continuing the talk of food, maybe oblivious to the elderly Winter not having comment. "Ah. Also got a lot variety with it, a lot of things you might not think to try, like seaweed." Shaking his head almost in mirth. "Would never think to eat seaweed." Who would, well some apparently.
He snorts. Knowing full well that yes there were. "Ha. Sure just load your dice, stack the deck and in general cheat the other guy." He shrugs. "That's a form of skill in itself although I have a bee in my bonnet about verbal dishonesty." Words could be slippery and the wyrd could take them sometimes.
Casting his dice.
Yhatzee! 2 successes
Alright not so bad. Still behind the darkling but it will do. Scores, phone number recorded and dice in pot to be pushed back across.
Change. Not everything changes. "Hm. Now that's a double edged sword if ever one existed things can change for the good or things can change for the worse." And the gentry do they even change at all? "Ah. The best way to invoke change is to direct it. If you can't then things change around you, out of your control." And wasn't control what they all sort really? The right, the ability to control their own lives to recover and protect what they had.