[Laughter is part and parcel for making a spectacle of yourself. Vil can steel himself against that for the sake of a game, but he huffs and flushes a bit as he regroups with Boothill -- and it's not just because of the heat.]

I'm just glad all I had to do was crack it.

[He grimaces as the sand sticking to his feet slide around in his sandals, but it soon turns into a smile.]

Now then. I think we both deserve to clean up, with some extra chips in our accounts.