"Better buy me a drink if you're planning to win all my gambling budget," Zephyr says, obligingly bantery even if he hasn't lifted his head from the table yet.

There's a point at which he's just being a chicken, though. Zephyr breathes a sigh out against his cards, and sits up, offering Kit a sheepish if genuine smile. "...Hey. Thanks."

He doesn't specify for what. There's a lot of different kind of thanks in there, really.