"That's right! You have to describe it. But if you and the storyteller disagree, you roll the dice, and whoever gets higher wins."

This wasn't much of an obstacle when you were reasonably competent at sleight of hand, she figured. It'd be something to practise, anyway. Sensing that Buttercup was interested, she went in for the kill. "Mister Uta said he'd be the storyteller. So will you play with me?"