"I don't know," she murmurs, loud enough to be heard, but with that oh so fun, playful, conspiring sort of air, "I tend to be pretty lucky myself, dear Captain."

She flashes one of those damn bright, flirty, playful smiles of hers, her eye glittering with mischief and mirth. Delia does her part to help set up the table and pass out cue sticks, occasionally taking a sip of her drink as she does.

Delia then frowns thoughtfully, regarding the table as she moves to take her first shot to break. "After all, all the fun's in playing, taking the shots and seeing where it all goes."