“Just pick something simple,” Chevy suggests. Look—I like Chevy. But despite my own comment that came out ruder than I expect, I very much dislike how he’s speaking to Winnie. It’s patronizing and demeaning, even if she doesn’t know poker. If he weren’t her brother, we’d be having words. If he were my brother, one of us would have already dragged him outside by the collar. Winnie practically growls. “I swear—if you say one more thing to me, we’re going to take this outside.”
