He found it hard to believe a person could not cheat when sitting behind you, looking over your hand, and even reaching their fingertips towards one of the aces you managed to get drawn. "Really?" he asked, playing along, listening to that smile beaming just over his shoulder. "So this is your ace I'm holding then?"

"Yes," Maggie said, innocently even, drawing it from his hand and placing it in her own. "This three here was for you."

She even obliged him by sliding the three in question into his grasp to replace the ace that was, according to her version of it, hers.

"You must win a lot of poker games," he laughed, doing his best to rearrange his cards. "I suppose this other ace was dealt to me in error, too?"

"That's where it went," she proclaimed, reaching for that one as well. "You're such an honest man, thank you."

He looked at his crumbling hand and couldn't help but laugh. And laugh some more. "At this rate, I'm going to have to fold."

Maggie just smiled, resting her arms over his shoulders so he could see what a winning hand looked like. "Good thing," she said, "because I believe I win."