[On the other side of the table, Breq sits, arms crossed and resting on the edge of the table as she looks at the sandwich being slid into the middle. One eyebrow raises in a studiously skeptical expression, as one finger taps the face-down cards in her left hand.]
This is where I call, isn't it.
[Breq may not know this game specifically, but spend enough time in backwater drinking establishments hunting for clues, and even more around bored soldiers, and you pick up a few ways to play a card game or two. As such, she nudges a foil-wrapped package toward the center.]
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This is where I call, isn't it.
[Breq may not know this game specifically, but spend enough time in backwater drinking establishments hunting for clues, and even more around bored soldiers, and you pick up a few ways to play a card game or two. As such, she nudges a foil-wrapped package toward the center.]