Zia (cheerfully): "So are we gonna play this game, or what?" Chloe: "You're really going to just glaze over everything that's happened tonight?"
Zia (shrugging): "Well, none of it's news to me." Chloe (facepalm): "Augh."
Amy: "May I make a suggestion?" Chloe: "Sure, why not?"
Amy: "Zia always wins anyway. How about we just give her all the chips, drink the rest of the beers, then call it a night?" Zia (angry): "Hey!" Chloe (grinning): "I like the way you think."