Fortuna decides to hit

{if@ Opponent's Pile > 2}Fortuna sighed and shook her head, then put on a cold, tight frown while resting her cheek upon one fist. "I am, of course, aware of the basics of blackjack. There is no point standing at this stage of the game. I will take my chances with another card," she insisted, rolling her free hand in a gesture. "Part of being a good soldier under my command is anticipating my needs without having to be asked. We'll drill that into you over time, Red."

Robin barely managed to hold in her "I literally just met you not half an hour ago" comment as she prepared to pull another card for her irritable opponent. "Let's see how your fortune's holding out, Fortuna!" she joked instead, pushing down her own agitation with a glib, pasted-on smile.{endif}{if Opponent's Pile < 3}"Ah, it's still too low... I can't win with this! I'll hit! Quit being stingy and give me a blackjack already! I want twenty one, on the table!" Fortuna demanded, hitting the table with her fist once again.

"I could give you two cards, if you like? That way you'll get to twenty one for sure!"

"Ah, good idea! I'll-" Fortuna agreed, nodding eagerly to take advantage of Robin's supposed kindness, before realizing what was about to happen. "Wait, no, you're trying to make me bust, you hussy!" she spat angrily, clenching the table again. "That's a dirty trick!"

"I suppose I have talked you into enough dangerous contracts for one day, ha ha ha..." Robin giggled, preparing to deal her own hand.{endif}