Joscelin continues to play, with fewer major mistakes, though his early missteps keep coming back to haunt him. He just. Can't. Focus. He keeps thinking about those damn dreams like some sort of idiot adolescent child discovering a first crush.

Then, an hour into their game, he makes the greatest mistake of all.

"Check," he says smugly, moving in for the kill. But in doing so, he has left his king wide open and handed Natasha the game. He doesn't give her the satisfaction of calling the move; he simply knocks his own king over and storms into the kitchen.