Ianto smiled to himself; Jack had met his match, he wasn’t going to get away with cheating this time.
Jack took the dice and rolled them, scooping them up before anyone could get a look at them, although Ianto was sure both had been low numbers. “Thirteen,” he announced, moving his counter, knowing it would send him up a ladder and that much closer to winning.
“No, Uncle Jack,” Mica said firmly, “you added up wrong, the most you can get with two sixes is twelve.”
Jack frowned at her. “Are you sure?”
Mica nodded. “I know my times tables.”