"Do I play crib?" she asked, musing over the thought absently, "am I at that age? Have you gotten out of your crib, yet, Asp?" she inquired in turn with a little smirk as she sipped at her drink some more. Let her laugh. Let her laugh all she liked. Zoey wasn't one of the old fogies... but she also wasn't fresh-faced baby Asp, either, who apparently rolled around like some kind of pedo-bait.
"Because really, I don't play with that kind of crib. And cribbage isn't really my game," her hand raised as she wiggled her fingers before Asp's face a little. "Fate and Mind make such games... lack challenge."