I guess you could say it really wasn't Glacia's day. Though, considering most of it so far had been spent asleep, that could be debatable.. what couldn't be though, was the fact that she wasn't playing to good. Her confidence had faltered like a tower of jelly bricks.
She didn't want to give up, though. She pictured that sweet prize, the money, in her head. The things she could buy, and then take home. Her brother and herself would be able live the happy life... like before the Borderland had become a desert.
So thus, she served... with grace and skill as much she could muster against her own confidences.
Meanwhile, Incendia watched with a hot-dog (or chilli-dog... or something, all that he knew was that it tasted pretty good). Normally he would probably talk with his mouth full... but in the presence of these lovely ladies, he managed some manners. 'Wow, my sister really sucks at tennis. BURP! Yummy!'
Perhaps not...