"Okay, buddy," Nick said, joining with his kit who was already waiting for him on the floor. "You ready for me to show you how to play this game?"
As he took his seat, the excited nods that were coming from his son's head were enough of an answer to him. The vulpine hadn't played this particular card game since he was younger, and he was quite eager to share the fun of playing it with his child, too.
"This was one of my favorites to play when I was your age," Nick informed. "It's called 'Snap,' and I think you're gonna like it."
The kit smiled, attentively observing his father take out the deck of cards he had with him and give them a quick but neat shuffle. From there, Nick split the deck into two face-down stacks, trying to make them as equal as he possibly could.
Handing over a stack to his son, Nick explained, "Now the rules of the game are pretty simple. What we do here is start placing our cards in a pile right here. But if you see that we both end up putting down cards that are the same, you say…" The fox hesitated, seeing if the kit in front of him knew what to do next.
"Snap?" the kit answered.
"Exactly, son," the vulpine replied. "You're a fast learner. Anyway, all we gotta do from there is keep doing that until one of us loses all of our cards. You ready?"
"Ready!"
Nick picked up his stack of face-down cards, holding it in his paw. "Well, what are we waiting for?" he remarked. "You can put down the first card."
The child happily did so, revealing his first card. "I got a seven," he said.
Nick took out what was on the top of his stack, setting on top of his son's card in the newly-formed pile that was in the middle of them. "Alrighty," he replied, pointing at the card he just put down. "Three of clubs. Your turn again, kiddo."
Smiling, the kit threw his next card down. "Nine," he muttered.
"Six," his father called next.
From there, the two carried on with the procedure, patiently awaiting the moment two similar cards were going to pop up onto the pile that was starting increase in size.
"Five."
"Ace."
"Queen."
"King."
Not even two seconds after the king was placed on top of the queen, a small russet paw slapped down onto the pile. "Snap!" the little one, grabbing the pile and sliding it over to his side.
"Wait a minute, buddy," Nick informed, shaking his head. "I don't think that's a match."
Looking at the cards that he had just collected, the kit seemed to disagree. "But it is a match, Dad," he replied.
"The cards have to be the same in order to call 'Snap.' Those two are different."
"But the king and queen love each other very much, though," the child said. "The two aren't complete without one another, so they are a pair."
Nick couldn't help but grin at his son's surprisingly wise observation, and let out a tiny chuckle as well. Now that's pretty clever, he thought. There's no doubt about it that he got that slyness of his from me.
"You're not wrong, son," the fox said. "You're not wrong."