Pepper purses her lips and raises a brow at the abs comment, tamping down on any flights of fancy it elicited in her with slightly blushing cheeks. Wetting her lips, she discards a useless card and pulls a fresh one, latching on the subject with a bit of gratefulness he didn't think to ask what did she actually meant to say -- she honestly couldn't tell.

"Strip poker happened a few times in college. Yale mathletes knew how to party," she adds wryly, smirking. "But someone always ended up counting the cards despite the rules forbidding it, it was a mess."