There are three ladies sitting around a table near the bar, having drinks, playing cards, and chatting. One of them is a rather obscure Gallo-Roman goddess of hot springs, healing, and stars, wearing tons of make-up, wildly coloured ends in her hair, stripey tights and a short black tulle skirt. A leather jacket is hanging over the back of her chair, and she's drinking a beer. There is a triumphant smile hiding in her eyes.
The second one is the Egyptian goddess of Justice, wearing a rather conservative early 21st century business suit, blue and pinstriped. Conservative, in this case, means covering the knee. She's even put up her hair. The one irregular thing is the feather pattern on her dark tights, and perhaps she is wearing a little bit too much black kohl around her eyes for the time she seems to come from. She is drinking strong, black coffee (very sweet) from a tiny cup, accompanied by a large glass of water. She is giggling. "Scat -- what a name for a game!"
"It's actually 'Skat' with a long 'A', and in Überwaldean, which is like Sirona's 'German', it doesn't mean anything funny or silly," declares the thirds lady. She is dark-haired and pale, neither very tall nor very striking, and wearing a frumpy pink jumper with little embroidered bats on. She is drinking cocoa. "And we play it almost exactly the same way Sirona explained it." Almost, because at some stage, a debate about different rules might come in handy. Any card table at which Lady Margolotta von Überwald is the least powerful being should give anybody a cause for worry.