[even though he is entranced by the way that the buttons go clattering out of the tin, and he can't help but fidget with them a little longer than he means to when he picks them up, he hardly misses a beat. it could hardly be called a suspicious pause with the way he shakes his head in disappointment.

he puts all the spilled buttons back into the tin, except for the one that he's keeping for himself. as if he's wrapping up the game entirely and not just signaling that his partner has failed to win a point.]

When I'd said that this game was meant to be played while laughing, this is not quite what I had meant. [he says, while still chuckling.] This has gotten silly.