[How petulant. Miko chuckles like she finds these protests cute - and in truth, she does. There's something endearing about a girl who pouts at things not going to her particular plan.]

Really? I think I'm looking at something quite beautiful. [Easier for her to say, maybe, as the one who isn't clutching an unexpected role in her hand, but she has no qualms stating what she likes about it. In this endless party, especially, she's enjoying any time the celebration takes an unexpected turn.]

Chin up. [She punctuates her words with a gesture to match, dragging the narrow edge of her card along under the girl's throat and chin to lift it. The cardstock might as well be the point of a knife given the precision with which she drags it.] You may find your fortunes reversed in the future.

[She is acutely aware of the entrapments of gambling, promising the gem of "next time" always a few inches in the distance. It doesn't make her immune to indulging in the temptation. She pauses as the card ends its slow, encouraging drag, letting it linger there with gentle pressure before finally withdrawing it.]

Does this mean you'll be leaving?