[She makes no attempt to push, to dig, to slide her fingernails under the stone of him and gently pry him from the garden earth to see what small insects and worms burrow there. Instead, she cuts and rearranges and face up cards before slotting the drawn card into place.]

You did work together, that's true. You did better than we expected on that front, honestly. [It's a complex game. She sorts and resorts the cards between them and then draws another card.] Given the chance to do it over? [She raises her eyes to him - levels him with a considering look.] Would you do anything differently?