[He frowned, curious. They snuggled under blankets a lot- why would his coat not help?

But after a quick peer around he scooted in closer, and pulled a small memo pad from his coat pocket along with a pencil. He flipped it open and huddled in closer, as if ready to confide in a little gambling.]

Hmph... so we should find out how much to put down n' see if we can't come out that much richer, eh...?

[Meanwhile, he wrote: Bets bets bets let me know if Chroma helps with the chills bets bets bets Barberisk Barbarossa Babalooskie]

Maybe I should sign up, see what all the hype's about. Maybe win some cash, yeah? We could use a new car to celebrate the season.