[Aak resorts to a flavor of school yard bullying that Baptiste is familiar with. Familiar, but usually it was Baptiste who was tugging at someone's pigtails and calling them a try-hard.

Now, as fate would have it, he was the nerd with homework. The smug grin is met with a chuckle. A dismissive shake of the head.

And then? A pause. Aak captures Baptiste's curiosity once again as he leans closer. Uncertainty rests at his brow.]

Some things you leave to chance for fun. Other things? If you leave them to chance, you're a fool. [Baptiste may have been clown-adjacent but...] How can I ever ante up if I don't know the first place to look?

[The communicator on Baptiste's wrist? Right now, it is nothing but a fancy, confusing timepiece that has coerced him into lewd challenges.]