Straight sixes again. This was getting into uncanny territory, and Waver was staring at the dice with a look of intent concentration and thought when the noodles were set before him.

"...It's strange, how that keeps coming up," he said finally, tearing his gaze away from the dice to focus on the dish before him. The noodles and vegetables smelled as delicious as they looked, but he was having trouble finding a fork...

"The numbers, I mean. But your words remind me of something I heard once, about luck being the byproduct of design. Is that what you're getting at?"