'Go on pick a card.'
Owen looked at him sceptically, before slipping a card or from the middle of the deck.
'I'm betting it's the eight of diamonds.'
'Nope, three of clubs,' Owen smirked, less than impressed.
'Ianto, pick a card,' Jack persevered.
'Do we have to do this again?'
'It'll work this time,' he said reshuffling the deck. Ianto drew a card.
'Five of spades?'
'Ten of hearts.'
'Huh, this must be an ordinary deck. Where did I put those psychic cards then?'
'Well,' Owen declared, 'that explains how he fleeced us all at poker the other night, then.'