Ability: Sweetener

As the next cards were shuffled for the next deal, Smith set her cigarette down in its tray, then began to pour in a copious amounts of sugar proportional to her current losses in the game. When she saw Robin watching her with worry, she lowered her eyebrows. "What?"

"I was just thinking that you might be, you know... over-caffeinating?" Robin suggested. "It's still pretty early in the morning, ha ha ha..."

"Morning's the time for coffee!" Smith grunted, opening another sugar packet.

"This one probably goes through the break room's whole supply in a day," Lyra sighed. "Not that I keep track of things like that! That's for the bean counters."

"If you want me to stop sucking down so much sugar, how about you give me a nice card to start out the next hand, huh? Be sweet on me and I won't need all that sweetener, heh heh..." Smith chuckled, glowering across the table. It was almost as though she was daring Robin to participate in life's systematic oppression of the whipping post known as Intern Smith...