[ Stiles considers this, considers the signage attached to the makeshift fortune teller’s booth, considers the man before him, and finally considers the bowl of jellied eel. ]
Fine, [ he grouses begrudgingly, because he is tired and does want to sit for even a little while. ] How much?
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Fine, [ he grouses begrudgingly, because he is tired and does want to sit for even a little while. ] How much?