[This is already more involved than she'd expected, but considering she's already agreed, it seems like a hassle to back out now. She hesitates for a moment before she drops down to sit on the other end of the cloak, cross-legged and unintentionally mirroring him.]
Sure.
[Why the hell not. She accepts them and starts to shuffle, though even as she does, she has to ask:]
[ she still seems skeptical, but hey, she's agreed! and he gets skeptics all the time. honestly, a lot of people enjoy getting their fortune read just because it's fun and flashy and absurdly mystical, not because they actually believe what's coming out of the cards. it's nice when they do, though.
anyway, he rests both hands on his knees while she shuffles. ]
Well, I can't tell you that! Only you'll know when it's right. Just, you know, stop when you don't feel like shuffling anymore.
[ jokes on him if she enjoys shuffling for three hours. ]
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Sure.
[Why the hell not. She accepts them and starts to shuffle, though even as she does, she has to ask:]
How would you define 'feels right' in this case?
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anyway, he rests both hands on his knees while she shuffles. ]
Well, I can't tell you that! Only you'll know when it's right. Just, you know, stop when you don't feel like shuffling anymore.
[ jokes on him if she enjoys shuffling for three hours. ]
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[With that criteria set before her, she cuts the deck twice and puts it back together, holding it out to him in offering.
Minimal effort on this front 'feels right' to her.]
Show me what you've got.