She suggested that whoever lost a round would have a paper note stuck to their face.
Lance considered it briefly, and agreed albeit reluctantly.
Ingrid was tearing off paper notes to hand to the loser.
The little Dragon Prince already had his face covered with notes, oh no... The Dragon Prince was about to lose again...
"The game is set, Dragon Cub, you've lost again..."
"Dammit! One more time!"
The Dragon Cub skilfully took a paper note from the tray, licked it with his tongue, and stuck it under his own chin.
"Let's switch to Ingrid."
"Lord Viscount, my face is already full of notes... I... Let Ladies Tixia and Cleia come. Lord Viscount, how about you play a few rounds with Lady Tixia or Lady Cleia?"
"Are there any notes left?"
"Plenty left."
"Alright then."