Larisse grins at Kralle. "Oh, and is that a pun? Well, it's a start. Okay, I had you pegged as being more into mental games, but I'll take you on, sir!" A bit off, Krejj grunts, unhappy that the man who insulted his famous meat stew won't be coming to him to get crushed tonight, but not really expecting such from that kind of customer anyway.
Larisse points behind her to a dartboard. It's not far off from an Earth board, although the numbering isn't recognizeable and there's a lot more and thinner slices in the "pie". "Okay, sir, here's the gist. Those symbols go around from 1 to 50 starting from the top, clockwise so don't worry if you can't read them - few of these brutes can, anyway - Call a number between 3 and 150, the closer you get without going over by throwing three darts, the better, if you go over, you lose right then. Then I try to get even closer than you with my three darts. If I do the same or better, I win, if I do worse or go over, you win. You can choose to go second if you wish, too. She hands Kralle three darts and pulls out three of her own from her own hair, grinning.