Adam's rolls were somewhere between impressively large in number and teeny tiny, the latter more prevelant than the former. Not to mention five minutes into the game, he was already in jail thanks to a poor chance pick. But he'd yet to roll doubles. Liz got that honor first.
He clapped his hands together and rubbed them, grinning as he pondered his choices. "Well," he started thoughtfully, "I could say your shirt and start big peices first. OR! I could be ridiculous, bet on you rolling many more doubles, and go for a sock." He eyed her foot. "I've always been something of a betting man, so...hand over your sock, Liz Liz."