"Hang on a minute," Rae says, considering, as the man in black runs up the hill to find Vizzini and Buttercup waiting for him. "How many fingers has the prince got on his right hand? Hmm..."

"So," says Vizzini, indicating the flat rock set like a table, with two tall goblets of (presumably) wine. "It is down to you, and it is down to me."

"...I wonder how foolish Vizzini would have felt if Fezzik had come up, having killed the man in black, to find him with this complicated set-up all prepared," Rae snickers.