Grace swallows, then goes back to chewing her lip.

Max should know just how much she hates losing.

"I think..."

Just then, Thom shifts in his seat and takes the woman's hand, pointing to her finger with his. It looks almost... tender.

She swears under her breath before continuing.

"I think my terms for you remain the same. As for me," she says, "you could have your choice: either I'll allow you to pick yourself for the date, or I'll confess who has recently caught my eye." Neither would be a hardship.

Another pause.

"I think perhaps I haven't given my brother enough credit," she tells Max, almost sad. "Betting against him feels disloyal, somehow. Maybe because Jamie said... No. All I mean is that I'd like to bet instead that he'll succeed. I bet she'll even go home with him!"

Essentially, she's betting Max is a better teacher than he knows. Her mind is a curious place.