[Given Midii's own tendencies for instinctively observing other's body language--something she learned, in part, through chess--she wouldn't have been surprised to find Monet doing the same. For once, she had nothing to hide. Her words were absolute truth, and her nonverbal cues were an open book.]

[It was nice. Getting to be herself without fear.]

Nobody to play with.

The soldiers at camp always preferred cards. A game called Hold 'Em. It wasn't hard to learn, but it wasn't the same thing. More bluff than strategy.