When Art's back was to them, focused not on Robin, Marian looked at Will and mouthed, what the fuck? Art was being weird, which was really saying something because Arthur a Bland, who she loved deeply, was one of the weirded bloody people Marian knew. A lot of it was just adjusting back to the world, and she got that. But today there seemed to be an extra manic edge to everything.
But if the cards were done then Marian was happy to put her hand down, because it had been very unclear who - if any of them - was actually winning.
"OI ROB!" Marian called out with a grin, hearing Robin on the stairs as she got up to collect a few more beers from the fridge. "Come save us from Art's devious card sharkery!"