A pleased and scheming smile spreads across Winter's lips. She crosses one arm over her torso, catching the elbow of the other as she crunches the carrot. It should give her a bit more time to think of how to proceed, but Winter doesn't have the manners to wait before she's finished chewing to go on. "High risk, high reward," she says into the heel of her hand, brows tipping up. "And you get more glory in the end. If we can turn this dinner into a chess tournament, we'll be kings by the end of the night." She has no intention, but it's fun to pretend.