Oswin wrinkles her nose at her cards, and drops them on the table. Two queens and a pair of threes fail to do anything spectacular with the six they've been dumped in with.
"Two pair. Maybe it won't just be for my pastries." She allows, making a mental note to stop playing the odds - though she'd be sure that, most likely, a pair of queens would help her stand her ground at a showdown. She is, however, good at her word - after dropping her cards, she stands and shimmies out of her stockings, and pulls her sweater off.