XTable Talk: Pitch or fold, madame? -- Mostly for the game, my job's so dull... -- And I deal the pitch... A pair of fives for monsieur. He is out. -- In this city, no lie, I'd be here every night. -- A pair for madame... -- Well, I can't come every night but -- And the game goes to Monsieur Janes.
'Three games of five,' Isidro said as Hob took the pot. 'The Fair Lady loves you tonight, frere.'

'Some you win, some you lose.' Hob smiled contentedly. The balding player shot him a sour look.

'Square the table, he snapped, and the dealer sighed.

'Monsieur, once again, your nephew must stand further back.

'Isidro rolled his eyes. 'Saints, Alek, stop hoverin'. I'll spot you some chips if you want dealt in.'

Travis stared stiffly ahead. 'Non merci, oncle.'

'Isidro laughed. Hob shot Travis a sympathetic glance. 'You could see what's keepin' Alain with these drinks, non?' As Travis sulked off, he glanced around, smiling. 'Well, freres an' souers? Wanna change my luck?'

Dee: Take a break, Ray.
The new dealer slid into place with a nod. 'Hob.'

'Dee.' Hob's smile turned careful.'There a problem?'

'Of course not.' Dee pulled a new deck from under the table. 'Your boss has the hospitality of the house. And me... I just want to deal a hand of cards with an old friend.' He smiled. 'I always like a game with you, Hob.

Hob: 'Likewise.'