Grandpa Jenkins laughed and waved a hand when the pair returned. "Ya got it all wrong! Figured I'd teach Opal here the ropes while you two were away. He's as smart as a whip, this one is."
Opal smiled shyly and shrugged. "Well, they're . . . rather simple card games, come to that. I'm sure anyone could pick them up." He patted the nearby empty chairs and nodded. "In any case, I know what I'm doing now. We could certainly all play together if you'd like."
Axle adjusted his posture and cracked his knuckles. "All right, but you all asked for it. No one's as ruthless as Axle the card shark!"
"Father, no one calls you the card shark," Noah said, snickering.
"They will after this game," Axle said with a smirk. "Pass me the cards." The deck was handed over, and he carefully shuffled them before dividing the deck equally among the group. "Winner of war gets an extra lemon tart after the game. May the best hand win."
Opal smiled shyly and shrugged. "Well, they're . . . rather simple card games, come to that. I'm sure anyone could pick them up." He patted the nearby empty chairs and nodded. "In any case, I know what I'm doing now. We could certainly all play together if you'd like."
Axle adjusted his posture and cracked his knuckles. "All right, but you all asked for it. No one's as ruthless as Axle the card shark!"
"Father, no one calls you the card shark," Noah said, snickering.
"They will after this game," Axle said with a smirk. "Pass me the cards." The deck was handed over, and he carefully shuffled them before dividing the deck equally among the group. "Winner of war gets an extra lemon tart after the game. May the best hand win."