"I sense... perturbations in your aura," murmured Madam Damad, her hands clutching Smush's temples.
"Probably the cheetos I ate with lunch," Smush suggested.
"Smush!" Mogey chastised. "Madam Damad is the finest fortune teller in the district. She says sooths with the best of 'em. I don't think your lunch has anything to do--"
"Crunchy or puffed?" Madam Damad interrupted.
"Crunchy," Smush replied.
"Funny. The texture of your aura is more consistent with a puffed corn snack."
"Well," said Smush thoughtfully, "they were flamin' hot if that matters."
"Ahhhhh," Madam Damad answered. "That explains it. Yes, the spiciness of the cheese dust makes all the difference in the world."
"So... what's the future hold for me?" Smush asked.
Madam Damad unveiled her crystal ball and gazed into its murky depths. "I foresee..." she murmured, "a dinner table. Your dinner table. The one at which you will sup this very evening. And upon it I see... even more cheetos."
"WOW!" Smush exclaimed. "You were right, Mogey. She is good!"
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