He isn't the only one; Benevenuta is so much more comfortable when she knows the rules of the game she's playing (she's more comfortable when there are rules). Of course, it's not entirely out of the question that they get along so easily because they're both so fucking bad at it.

"Tom," she says, half-chiding, amused - not really surprised. She gestures at him, lightly, with her glass. "I haven't camped on the floor since I was a kid."

(That was a really long time ago.)