This she could do. This was slightly less confusing than the oddness of Dean lately. Maybe if she didn't have the words of the demon who had taken over Sam ingrained in her head the obviousness of the situation would be, well, obvious. But as it was it was just odd. Cards though, that was in her comfort zone.
"You're so going down," she countered with a grin and took another drink. She glanced around the room quickly, eyes falling on the table. "Table might be better," she suggested and moved towards it. "So.... texas holdem, five card draw, seven card stud or omaha hi?" She asked setting her drink down on the table. "Or you could save your pride and we could play crazy eights," she offered with a smug grin.