This is still entirely too weird. There's Childermass, laughing, leaning against that woman, playing cards, this is an entirely different side of the man that he had no idea even existed to begin with. Which really, was a bit silly. Surely Childermass enjoyed things, everybody had a hobby or two they enjoyed. It's just that when you never see someone enjoying a hobby, you start to wonder if they even have hobbies to begin with.
Still, this is the most relaxed he's seen Childermass in ages...which gives Strange an idea. Before this trip, Childermass had been so set on the timeline, so certain that he wouldn't tell Strange about his future, about what happened. But now, the man's so opened up, so caught up in the spirit of this place that surely he'd be a little more forthcoming. "I didn't know you were one for cards to begin with," Strange idly responds as he takes a look at his cards. It's possibly a stupid statement because duh Strange, Childermass has his tarot cards, but he's got to start up this small talk that might eventually lead to answers somehow. And well. Even with his minimal knowledge of the game, Strange knows that's a rubbish hand. No matter, he doesn't really care if he wins or loses anyway.
"We should play a round some time back home, once I've left Venice. The Italians have this wonderful card game called scopa. Like most things Italian, it's quite loud—I recommend playing it at least once, but I doubt any of our mutual acquaintances would be any good at it." Just the idea of anybody they knew back home getting drawn into a loud, shouting card game is enough to make Strange smirk slightly.
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Still, this is the most relaxed he's seen Childermass in ages...which gives Strange an idea. Before this trip, Childermass had been so set on the timeline, so certain that he wouldn't tell Strange about his future, about what happened. But now, the man's so opened up, so caught up in the spirit of this place that surely he'd be a little more forthcoming. "I didn't know you were one for cards to begin with," Strange idly responds as he takes a look at his cards. It's possibly a stupid statement because duh Strange, Childermass has his tarot cards, but he's got to start up this small talk that might eventually lead to answers somehow. And well. Even with his minimal knowledge of the game, Strange knows that's a rubbish hand. No matter, he doesn't really care if he wins or loses anyway.
"We should play a round some time back home, once I've left Venice. The Italians have this wonderful card game called scopa. Like most things Italian, it's quite loud—I recommend playing it at least once, but I doubt any of our mutual acquaintances would be any good at it." Just the idea of anybody they knew back home getting drawn into a loud, shouting card game is enough to make Strange smirk slightly.