Blades in the Dark owes a favor to a snail bookie

We had our first official Blades in the Dark session, in which the party (members of a cult dedicated to the god of the long-shattered sun) attempted to frame a nobleman for rigging a snailbaiting game, failed their Sway rolls, and dragged him through the service entrance while the arena caught fire instead.

• "I want to meet our god and go blind! It'll be the best!"
  
  
• "We don't even know what our god is. It could be, like, a snail."
  "The snail is a deadly laser."
  
  
• [Party riffs on the sun symbolism encoded in a pizza.]
  "The crust is the corona."
  "You slowly open the box and it's...the dawn!"
  "I want pizza now."
  
  
• [I enthusiastically describe the unfortunate cultural practice of betting on dart battles between eighteen-inch-tall attack snails.]
  "Is this in the source book, or did you make it up?"
  "Oh, I made it up."
  
  
• "Is this snail on enough snail ghost meth for an explosion?"
  
  
• "I have been out-intimidated by a four-foot cream puff!"