Mason sat patiently while the seer stared into his cup. He was looking at the cookies longingly; maybe they would help remove the lingering taste of the brew he had just choked down. As if she could read his thoughts she touches the plate with the tip of one pointer finger and brings the plate closer again to herself and further away from his grasp without even taking her eyes from the cup.
“Are you aware of how nasty that stuff you just had me drink tastes?” He tells her hoping she will take pity on him and toss him at least one of those baked treasures.
She smiles while looking at the remnants in his cup before she speaks. “I’m aware, if it tasted good then people would be bothering me all day for readings.”
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