Chuckling, Gustave tucked his thumb against his index finger as a shimmer of light coalesced into the shape of a disc, which he flicked in her direction. "It's an old heirloom in my family. It's supposed to be good luck," he said, a lopsided smile pulling at the corner of his mouth. How much of that was true, he couldn't say, he barely remembered his parents now, and it's possible the story of where this coin came from has changed over the years. Either way.

"What is it?"

He's hoping for heads, if only because he's tired of going right.