A small, more reserved smile spread across Astrid's face, and she nodded.
"I'd like that," she consented, "I'm decent enough at it, but Nikolas tends to beat me."
She reached over to where the set was resting and took one of the black rooks in her hand. Holding it up to examine it more closely, she admired the craftsmanship, and wondered if perhaps she ought to ask for something similar the next time an occasion arose. Astrid already had one, but she'd been with her parents when they had purchased this one, and had been secretly coveting it since. Still, she liked gobstones more at the moment - something she may eventually outgrow, her father had implied (perhaps more hopefully than he'd intended).
Waiting for Daphne to set up, Astrid inquired, "Have you ever played him?"