X answered quickly, because the fortune teller looked like they were about to, and with the way they drew themselves up -- haughty and offended -- there was no way anything they said would lead anywhere good.
"It sounds like a way to make a living," said X, "for someone without much skill they can use doing anything else."
The fortune teller deflated, subdued enough not to try and interfere further.
When X spoke next, it was to introduce himself, all little warm smiles and curiosity. "I'm X. You're Dreamfolk, I take it? I didn't think any of the people living here had enough visions to become millionaires."
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"It sounds like a way to make a living," said X, "for someone without much skill they can use doing anything else."
The fortune teller deflated, subdued enough not to try and interfere further.
When X spoke next, it was to introduce himself, all little warm smiles and curiosity. "I'm X. You're Dreamfolk, I take it? I didn't think any of the people living here had enough visions to become millionaires."