Gambit is shocked. Speechless, he dares say. And that’s not something that happens often with him. He didn’t expect you to find out this way. He always thought that his charm and wit was enough to keep it all hidden.

“Cher, look! I can explain. I didn’t mean for it all to turn out this way, I swear!”

His usual booming voice and smooth talk is riddled with nervousness now. Even that cocky smirk of his had been wiped off by this revelation.

“You gotta believe me. It just slipped out and I don’t even know where it came from. Honest!”

And yet, the evidence is clear as day, right on the table. The cards he’d been slipping into his own hand this whole time had accidentally slipped out from his sleeve. How many times has he done this? Now and before, every time he’d offered up a game of cards. You always just thought he was lucky. He usually was. Yet this told a very different story.

With one last look at the crime, Gambit tries to get back into your good graces.

“Come on now, cher. It’s just a game, ain’t it? That’s what we always say! No need to get uppity ‘bout it. C’est la vie, right?”