An impressive snort of laughter rushes out of her, caught and stifled in the palm of her hand. She grins behind her fingers, plainly delighted with Tybalt's bravado. Something about the effortless surety of 'don't worry, I'm a prodigy' hits in just the right way. Letting him go off with his wand is tempting, and though Winter has a soft spot for mayhem, she also, generally, tries to keep the chaos of the victimless kind. This is Laszlo's party, after all, and it seems like Armani had worked very hard on it. "Bets first," she replies, dropping her hand from her face once her smile's back under control. "Maybe someone just happens to have a chess set on hand."