There's a pause, long enough to seem as though Athessa might not have a response beyond a slow nod and a slower pull on the joint. She's looking at the cards like they're a puzzle to be solved.

"What's your favorite, then?" She asks.

She won't know any that Fitcher might list, other than Wicked Grace or that other one people are always playing in taverns. Not even that one, truly. She can't even remember the name so how would she recognize it?