Dice
Havoc grinned smugly. "I win. Again."
Farman used several unprintable words in his opinion of Havoc, and none of them were very complementary.
Ed poked his head curiously around the door. "What's up with him?" he asked, pointed to the grey-haired man.
"Lady Luck has a pretty low opinion of him," Havoc said, still grinning.
"Huh?"
"I'm losing!" Farman wailed. "It's always like this! Havoc can gamble all of us under the table without losing a penny!"
Ed cocked his head. "Can I play?"
Havoc offered the pair of dice with a challenge in his eye. "If you think you have a snowflake's chance in hell, go for it."