He smiled when she said that. Why couldn't it have been this way before, when she was here? It was with a small tinge of bitterness that he realized that, at least since the awkward discussion of theirs in the Arts and Crafts room, this was one of the few times a conversation had stayed a simple, cheerful one. The longer they remained here, the more their talks became strained and tainted with others names. The Replica, the Princess, Alita, Sora... Why wasn't it always just this?

"I look forward to it." He meant that. He thought he did.

He turned his attention to the bag in his hands and, carefully, he opened it and removed the rubber band around the cards within. The Gambler ran his fingers downs the edges of them, admiring their admittedly faded designs with a sense of calm. She was such a sweet thing, to think of him.

Luxord looked back up at his cousin with a mischievous little grin. As wonderful as a distraction those lovely cards were, he still had yet to find what was bothering the girl and, had she planned to hide it from him, she had just given him the wrong tools. "What do you say I read them for you, peanut?"