If Tibblet is surprised by actual fae child Winter Carmichael lighting at his elbow, he doesn't show it. There's a raise of his eyebrow, certainly, but it's just so that he can be certain he catches every word. Because this sounds like the beginnings of a worthy scheme. Who is he to deny that. He follows the baby carrot's path with his eyes, scoffing imperceptibly at the last one. He doesn't know that guy at all, but he doesn't look like a threat. He puts his untouched quarter-glass of Franzia just near his lips, to make this a private conversation. "Higher odds on them just means we'll make more when I win, anyway. I can take 'em."