"Let's play Five Finger Fillet."

"Let's play Five Finger Fillet."

"That's not a very dignified game for a witch, now is it? And isn't that a little dangerous? You're going to hurt your fingers, Player!" Beatrice cackled.

Crap... I'd sort of let that slip out without thinking it through hard enough. I amended it to "Strip Five Finger Fillet" as quickly as I could manage. I admit I was stumbling over my words.

"Oooh, but I'm not interested in your boxer shorts! You'll bet your fingers, won't you? That's the way the <American cowboys> did it! Kihihahahaha!"

Ah, well... I could tell you how this one went, but it hurts a bit to remember. Suffice to say, with no trigger fingers, it became a little hard to use my Pink Trigger and after that, so when the Seven Sisters showed up and saw finger food was being served, I didn't last long.

The happiest memory I have of the match was our opening round Beatrice conceded to me to start with, kicking off one shoe and wiggling her toes under the table at me, as if to encourage me to keep playing with her. Boredom is the witch's worst enemy, right? Ah... I love you, cheeky Beatrice.