“And then…” Harold rolled the skull along the carpet, “I got a double on the jack,” he nodded at the apple at the far end of the room, “at the fifth end and took the match.”
“Hurrah!” Devious clapped. “May I eat the jack now?”
“Sure.” Harold grinned and looked at the trophy for the nth time.
“That was delightful,” said Jasfoup, clapping a hand to his back. “The way you casually beat the pants off your old team-mates… I bet they walked off with fleas in their ears.”
“Isn’t that a mixed metaphor?” said Harold. “Did you mean ‘bees in their bonnets?”
“I don’t think so.” Jasfoup scratched his head. “I think I aimed the fleas well enough.”