"Ah, clever Friar, bluffing already," Much said, narrowing his eyes at Tuck with a healthy amount of suspicion and humour on his face. He split the deck and did the faro shuffle, wiggling his brows at Tuck. "You goin' down, son."
Tuck probably wasn't. Much was better at card tricks and trash talk than he was at keeping his hand from showing on his face. But whatever, tonight was not about winning at poker. Tonight was about being too wired from the church watch to go to sleep right away, and also eating their weight in their Reeces Pieces winnings.