Amos' expression doesn't change much, but there's something distinctly amused in it when Emet-Selch makes an attempt at telling him to go fish. Something in his eyes; an alertness that hadn't really been there when he'd first joined him, but is certainly here now.

So he goes to draw a card and add it to his hand, only looking back up when Emet-Selch asks him that question. In response, he shrugs a shoulder.

"Can be. Helped pass the time when I was a kid, at least. Been a while since I played, actually, but most of the other games I know might take a bit of time to adapt to this kind of deck." He sits up a little straighter. "You really didn't have anything like this where you're from, huh?"