"Why should there be a top to aspire to?" Ava questions. "That illusion of superiority only leaves others suffering at the bottom."

Ava wrinkles her nose, studying the spread and trying to determine what makes it good. Then compares it to her own cards that she scoops up off the table.

"Yeah, sure," she lies, maybe she can figure it out as they go. She doesn't really want to burden him with having to teach her.