Tayrey chuckles at the thought of Gaeta all dressed up. Maybe her mental picture isn't entirely accurate and owes more to the high fashion of upper-level Cardalek than it should, but that hardly matters. She imagines herself in one of the dresses she had to try hard not to trip up on as a child, Cardalek ribbons streaming out from her sleeves. It would be absurd, here. Probably anywhere, these days.

She blinks at his explanation. 'Hold there, you're saying your pilots can't calculate? Sure they weren't messing with you? I mean, flying comes under astrogation, I feel like I should be defending them, but it's not looking easy.' She shakes her head. 'Kalixtri has sixty cards. Square, four sets of twelve with twelve picture cards that don't match to a color set. It's about making patterns, knowing the value of different patterns - any half-decent player knows the probabilities as a starting point, so then it's all strategy and creativity. What's Triad like?'