Eames is comfortable with his legs crossed, back relaxed as he puts the deck down for a moment and leans past the space between them to drag a bowl of movie watcher's popcorn closer to them. They're done with it in any case. He scoops out a handful and pops them on John's hand. "Don't spend them all at once," he says and steals one to throw into his mouth. That same mouth that is curved with a cheshire smirk.

They need some chips to make this interesting after all. Eames scoops another handful for himself and drops them on the mattress in front of him. Next come the cards, one, two, three, four and one kernel of popcorn on the pot.

"So, a reasonable man, I see," he murmurs as he takes a quick peek at his cards. "Does this gentleman have a name?"