Hope and Deceit sat across from each other, playing cards.
Hope drew a card. Deceit sighed, sipping from a mug that managed to appear both dusty and freshly washed.
“This tea is cold.”
“I’m not falling for that again. The last time, I blistered my tongue.”
“No, this time it really is. Where’s the maid?”
Hope smiled. “She’ll be here soon.”
Deceit snarled, “Liar. I’m bored.”
Hope looked down. Their table and chairs sat on a small circle, a haze of fog swirling beneath. Hope waved a hand and parted the gray so they could peer down to the planet.
“Care to make a wager?”
“They want to believe in something. Which of us can break more hearts?”
Deceit grinned. A good challenge was a rare gift.