Well, if this isn't possibly the most satisfied she's been in the last two months on board this ship. It's just a card game, the stakes are nonexistent, she couldn't care less about the person sitting across from her — but sometimes a girl just needs a win. She's trying to keep the pleasant rush of reward chemicals flooding her brain from showing too obviously on her face, but it's like trying to button a marshmallow into fingertrap — some leaks through at the seams.

But... why sully a nice clean win with talks of cheating? Clarke casts back to the note written in Pirate Jenny's scrawl that had been found in the library early on — it's not a trick, I won once. That'd be the honorable choice, right? To play honestly. But then she remembers talking to Jenny face to face in the theatre, learning what had been lost with every hand the storm god had fumbled...

And having recently realized she'd begrudgingly started making friends on this ship, fumbling doesn't really seem like an option.

"This seems like a really simple game. How can you cheat it?"