Ask around Malkara and the answer usually involves the soil — sunflowers, wheat, milk, cheese. Head into town, though, and a different kind of business starts: nodding to shopkeepers, solving the world's problems over tea, an evening loop around the square. Don't come expecting a wild night out; the luxury here is quiet. But quiet doesn't mean boring — find the right corner and the evening turns out fine. Finding that corner is exactly the job we're handing to the dice.