#reminds me a bit of masego and indrani's adventure from mid book 3 of pgte

[booksandchainmail]

“Did you somehow lose a fight with your bedframe?” Maryam asked, lips twitching. He glared halfheartedly at the Triglau. She sounded amused, because Tristan was cursed to be surrounded by women who took delight in his pain. He sometimes suspected he might have crossed some great god of femininity in a previous spin of the Circle.

This isn’t over, Maryam mouthed to him from across the table. Chwop billy tang, the thief mouthed back, nonsense just legible enough she’d think she had failed to read his lips right.

“First off, there is no such thing as a good gambling number,” he firmly replied. “And second it’s the worst possible luck, Song. We might as well just name ourselves ‘those unlucky bastards’.” Maryam cleared her throat meaningfully. “Women can be bastards too, Maryam,” the gray-eyed man amiably informed her. “You’re letting us all down, Tristan,” Maryam said. “Just gird your loins and call me a bitch.” “I’m not going to do that,” he replied.

“I have been invited to an evening of light refreshments,” Angharad said. “A grave peril indeed,” Tristan opined. Maryam swallowed a grin. Ever quick to bite, her viper.

“Don’t worry,” the gray-eyed man smiled. “You’ll hardly even notice I’m there.” Maryam leaned his way. “I could do with a spare cloak,” she whispered. “Try to find out if there’s a pawnshop,” he whispered back, “and if they take silverware.”

I love these two so much