Don't believe in no-win scenarios

Thor glances up from his cards, fanned out in the careful grip of his prosthetic left hand, and though there's still a shadow of sorts in his eye, the smile that comes to his lips is easy and unforced. A far cry from the last time they saw each other, certainly. "Yes, five-card stud. Stark taught me the basics several years ago, though I'm nowhere near as skilled as he was."

He sets the cards face-down on the table, so no one else can take advantage of his distraction and peek at his hand. "Congratulations on your wedding. I, uh, would've brought a gift but you already have a cat, and I didn't know what else would be appropriate." Damn. He'd been doing so well at not sounding awkward.