Charles was happy to see his playing cards. Apparently, he thought he'd left them behind in a village they'd visited. "You had... admittedly Bradie is way worse about keeping up with things than anyone, but... no big deal," Anais mentioned as she held that little harp within her hands. She'd planned to play it a bit, and get a feel for it after developing something of an odd desire about the instrument. At the same time, Sakura was watching as Charles shuffled cards. She found the showing of dexterity to be fairly interesting. It would appear that the lad had quite a few skills which had gone unseen to this point. And she'd be keeping an eye on him. He suggested for their do, a game which made Anais's brow raise. "Kings..." she said giving it a bit of thought, she'd seen this game playing quite a few times. She understood its mechanics but she hadn't ever participated herself. She did, say earlier she wished to have a drinking experience among her friends and she had none better presently than Charles and Yume. Beyond that, it would seem her harp would be taken from her... or rather Ailen wouldn't be participating in the game and would opt playing the instrument instead. 'Do it!~' her inner voice was excited about the idea.
For just a moment, Anais thought she should worry about the fact that her internal voice wanted something. But... it seemed to be less worth the effort of worrying about. She handed over that harp after giving herself a bit of gentle contemplation. "Fine. I'll leave my little harp in capable hands~" she said slightly teasing. Though her mentor had used a rather bland descriptor for his ability... she was almost certain it was misleading at best. "Drinking game?" this was the question of Sakura. She could understand there was some sort of game that could be played with cards. She could piece together that the name of such a game was Kings... and several other things. But she couldn't imagine how drinking would be a game.
While those in the back seemed to be moving towards a game, Martha seemed to be, moving towards more avid molestation at Astolfo's hands. If nothing else, the lad's persistence was something she didn't really understand. He seemed to be quite enjoying the act of wedging himself between her cheeks. "Yeah a hard cloud, other flying objects, animals... I mean... there are a lot of things... that could happen," Martha's words were spaced. Why this lad had taken up molesting the person driving she didn't know. He claimed he wished to worship her body but for someone like Martha this almost didn't make sense, she wasn't exactly living up to her full body or anything, nor was she the kind of person who needed extra physical reassurance. In truth, she knew that Astolfo was like this, but it was quite a distraction to deal with while trying to make sure none of them died today. Moveover the lad had some very pointed words, including the hint at his rather, admittedly impressive manhood. "Look that is... admittedly impressive. But I'm still just going to kick your ass... " she said, nothing about her body could truly relax at a time like this. It was going to be a long ride, until they made ground fall and she could beat up Astolfo without it being a potential end to the lives of multiple people.