[Little Cato practically bounds into a chair with them. Despite how badly he was hurt and how much longer it took to recover, he's the type to push himself and then regret it later. So that means moments of jumping around and being slightly hyperactive and then needing to lay down and just be dead for a while.]

Is this table going to keep their clothes on or is it another table full of exhibitionist weirdos?

[He shoots the freaks at the next table over a squinty look.]

Because I'm good at cards but not a total freak.