"Look," Rus tells him kindly, "you don't have to carry the weight of the world on your shoulders you know."
"It's basically just spelled sand though isn't it?"
"I work cheap, is that it?" Rus returns the smile.
"No, not exactly," T1 says, grinning. "Though you're right about the losing. I want you to play first, lull the others into thinking they're going to clean up. Then we bring him in," he jerks his thumb at Rus, "and we take them to the cleaners. And speaking of cleaning up," he turns, "you're mad if you think I'm giving fifty percent. You get twenty," he says with great finality.
"You're going to make how much off us?" Rus asks, grinning himself. Dueling grins, guess who wins. "Fifty or no deal. Or," he holds up a finger, "we could go sixty if you'd like."
Bad kitties! *shakes admonitory finger for all the good it does* I keep the extras in the freezer. I love them frozen. I've only ever done them once; not really much call for them. But I'll have your oysters!! Thanks! YUM!