That game didn't go as expected. Natasha sits a moment longer, letting Joscelin have a moment of privacy for his frustration while she does the math on the game. Her postmortem reveals Joscelin isn't as good at chess as his enthusiasm and age would have suggested. No real shame in that. She'd assumed too.

He was always a bit tetchy. Considering his personality, it follows that he'd take the lose poorly.

Well.

A short moment later, she stands and takes her beer to follow Joss into the kitchen. "Everything okay?"