[ Dylan would love to say he had some kind of rough history as a gambler; Maybe throw in some details about surviving alone on the street, making ends meet by hustling strangers on the street with rigged games of chance.

But no, he's just spent a lot of time dicking around with playing cards.

Dylan's familiar with the concept of a cold read. Balthier's gaze isn't intrusive — this is a conversation, after all — but he knows he's being closely watched. Maybe under normal circumstances that'd make him uncomfortable, but here it's just part of the show. The attention combined with the atmosphere of the shop makes it feel almost... mysterious and exciting. ]

A little of both, maybe? I'm a little into music, though I stopped for a while after my teacher disappeared in one of the Confluences.

[ Another reminder of someone who left. He tries not to let that get to him. ]

What do you mean when you say they're fire?