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Anathema and Newt just finished getting the jasmine cottage prepared for Newt’s upcoming heat. Anathema opened the door to a confused delivery person, and she promptly received the bag. Anathema opened the bag of delivery and passed Newt a couple of take out boxes, “ooh fortune cookies,” she pulled one pointing in her general direction. She tossed it to Newt, “I am quite good at predicting the fortunes…. At least while in the States, fortunes apparently vary from region to region.”
“Hmm, what’s in this one?” asked Newt as he waved the cookie he caught in Anathema’s general direction.
“You are going to receive a welcomed surprise… In bed”
Newt opened the cookie, “well you were right about everything but the “in bed” part.
“Oh that’s just a little habit I picked up in Malibu, do you all have the Fortune Cookie Game here in the UK?”
Newt shrugged his shoulders.
“Basically it is reading a fortune and following it with a ‘in bed’, it’s stupid but I find it funny,” responded Anathema.
“What’s the difference between a fortune and a prophecy?” asked Newt.
“Specificisity,” replied Anathema.
“Soooooooo have you ever done the fortune cookie game with any of the prophecies?” laughed Newt.
Anathema’s eyes lit up, “no, but I like your thinking.” She got up and retrieved the box of Agnes Nutter’s prophecies. She opened it, and grabbed a random card “Prophecy 3989: He is not what he says he is in bed” she chuckled. “I’ll give it a tentative yes.”
“I guess that would be about someone lying on their dating profile… not that I ever had my hands on a computer or smart phone long enough to really get what the dating sites are about,” replied Newt. He reached into the box, and pulled out another card. “‘Prophecy 2100: Beware the tunnel restrained for the want of flare yields great losses’ in bed.” He laughed, “maybe it works.”
Anathema shrugged “it wouldn’t be the first time a lack of a flared base led to a tunnel getting blocked… if you know what I mean.”
Newt laughed as he returned the card to the box, “Prophecy 4024: Never consume the noodles delivered by a befuddled place man… in bed.” “I mean eating in bed is not always a great activity. He reached for another box, “ooh Chow mein!”
Anathema grabbed the box from Newt, “The delivery person was confused when they delivered the meal.” She tipped the contents onto a plate… a soggy sponge was sticking to the very bottom of box. “I’m glad we didn’t eat that.”
Newt wretched a little bit, “I guess some of the prophecies are still relevant.”
Anathema smirked, “it can also be a coincidence.”
“I guess… let’s eat before the heat gets too intense,” replied Newt.