Baze laughs. "Don't underestimate our daughter, Chirrut. I bet she'll be better than you before too long."

Baze bids the shopkeeper farewell and leads their little group to the café. He orders tea for the three of them--sadly, there's no sapir--and guides his friend and their daughter to a set of chairs.

After quickly explaining the rules and dealing out the cards, Baze finds out exactly how much Chirrut remembers. He's glad they're not playing for credits.