I imagine it'll simply take some practice- as most things do.

[In the end, they are both about taking a shot, if at different angles. Thancred nods, giving Ranulf a smile.]

I'd say you'll be breaking all manner of rack in no time.

[Nothing to it- he lines himself up, estimating the angle, and goes for it. The ball sinks into the holes nicely, and Thancred makes a pleased sound, though there's a little crease around his eyebrows- the next shot probably won't be as easy to pull off. Still.]

Are you ready to take the first step to sinking the big one?

[Nothing like a touch of drama, right?]