Not even really waiting for Daphne's answer to his question, Nikolas began crawling over to where he'd left his bag earlier as she responded. As he crouched by the bag, riffling through it to locate the cards, he noticed her robes crumpled a ways off. His mind shifted briefly to suggesting a game of strip poker, jokingly. He wondered what she'd say - and hoped equally that she would be utterly offended and leave, or would inexplicably think it a wonderful idea and insist that they continue on until thoroughly sober. A sharp autumn breeze brought Nikolas back to the task at hand, though, and he shivered slightly from the coolness of the evening. What was he thinking? Too cold for that sort of game, anyway.
"Best to leave our clothes on, really," he thought, or at least...he had just thought that, right?
Nikolas laid hands on the pack of cards, and realized he' just said that last bit aloud - hopefully not too loudly, though. She'd probably have missed it, or just misheard. Crawling over to where Daphne had leaned against the wall, Nikolas sat across from her and fumbled with the cards as he pried them out of their case. "I have the feeling most games would be a bit complicated right now, but I supposed something like Spit might at least be amusing to try at. It's quick and fairly chaotic anyway"