"Eh, 20's better than most of my other numbers," he replied with a lazy wave of his hand. He pretend to be annoyed by the number of points Eterna had made with his word, though. He gestured to the board.
"Clearly I should let the much more intelligent one of us take this word. She's better at it than I am," Emerson continued with another drink. They all would be having a slightly not-horrible time, if he could help it. Allison seemed less miserable than before, and that was a good thing. He got along with Eterna just fine, but that didn't mean he shared the same sentiment when it came to a slave's treatment.