Bucky and Peter
Peter tapped on the card below it and smirked up playfully. "Hmm, I think we should leave you hanging on that. We have people to save and information to someone acquire," he winked. In the end, whether the cards were real or not, it was more of a game for him than anything serious. He could read what they had to say in a vague sort of way of memorized symbolic meanings, but he was not skilled like Destiny was.
"Yes, but an airship is done with helium right? Like we're in a balloon. Or do you think because the technology is different we're less likely to explode?" Peter laughed, pushing his hair from his eyes and pulling out a hand-rolled cigarette.
"I'll be fine. I think I might be more comfortable here than in the kitchens," he shrugged. "And, I'll be here. If you see Roman messing things up, can you please send him in here so I can save him from himself?" Peter didn't need a verbal answer, as the nobles might not notice a missing worker but their bosses would.