"I think we'd do better having our own chips. Otherwise we'll end up fighting to the death over them," Tristan smiled, though his smile dropped as soon as Taff's did.
"It's nothing, Taff, don't worry," he said, smoothing out his shirt as though that would get rid of the stain. "I had a little accident on the way here. It's nothing. I'm ok. I just didn't want to be any later than I was already. I'm sorry I don't look nicer for you."