How kind of you to take up my offer.

[ With a cat-eating-the-canary grin, Morgana leads him to the piano bench so they can both sit down. ]

Now, let me see here... the destiny of one Drake Mallard.

[ Brace yourself, sir, because she's gunna hold his (probably now very sweaty) palm with both hands. She spreads her thumbs across his hand, and then very

very

s-l-o-w-l-y

drags her fingernail over the lines in his hand. All the while she makes "hm" noises, as if she's actually studying something and not just deliberately messing with him. Listen, you put a delicious meal in front of a starving patron, they're gunna eat. ]

Your life line is very strong, I can see that right off the bat... you'll live a long, healthy life with the occasional bump in the road. Your money line says you'll be quite prosperous, so long as you follow the path you believe in. Your head line shows you'll grow wiser with every year, even if it's hard to tell, and... Oh, my my my.

[ She pauses, putting on a surprised air as she very softly rubs back and forth in one area. ]

Your love line... hmmm...?