"That's part of the fun!" She winks at him. "A game of roulette as well as one of skill! Are you good, lucky, or both?" She twirls, spreading her arms with a flourish to indicate the rows of balloons, the one tied to her pigtail bobbing with the movement. "Do you think you'll win, venerable sir?" It's not just the hair color that gives her an impression of age--one learns to get a sense of these things to some degree even in long-life species, which he has the air of.