[Chiron does nothing more than lift an eyebrow at how Jester pouts. He was right to suspect some kind of shenanigans at hand, but to ease things over, he counteroffers simply.] I will accept that loser buys the winner a drink of choice, if you insist on some kind of stakes.

[Far easier than really losing money. With the cards in hand, Chiron picks them up, and nods as Jester explains the value of different hands.]

Very well, I follow you thus far.