[She sets down her own plate and takes the cards, careful but not overly gingerly; she doesn't question why the edges would be sharp. She can't think that she knows anyone else who uses weaponized cards exactly, but dice-based weapons are something she's run across in the past.

Also one of these days she should probably either figure out how woodwindkind works or take the damn clarinet out of her strife deck.

As she rifles though them, she continues musing.]

I mean, the Mother Grub-worship is mostly ridiculous in that once you've seen one up close they lose a lot of the mystique.

[Not that that keeps her from swearing by them an awful lot. Whatever. Swearing isn't the same as religion.]