Oliver's reply to her paft? A smirk. What else would be more fitting for him?
He wasn't a chicken. It was called playing it smart. He needed to know what kind of tricks would be used in here. After all, some of the mutants around here put Clark's abilities to shame.
Exposing his hands to be Three of a Kind, he just made a face and shrugged. Guess he didn't get this one, but sometimes you had to win to lose.
Tossing his hand toward Jubilee he figured he'd just have to make sure next time to not lose.
"At least I get to keep my clothes," he reasoned, saving face for the loss.