Here's the thing about telling fortunes: they work best when you've got a little bit of intel on the person whose fate you're divining. People know she's in a band? Marie has honestly completely forgotten. She's spellbound by Hero's shuffling, and she scooches a little closer to him with every word he says. By the time he's talking about her subconscious desires, her knees are practically bumping his. The small patterned cloth that's spread out between them starts to bunch.

She hadn't realised Calvin's death song would be so important, but she totally sees it now. (Please be responsible with your fortune telling, Hero. At this point, Marie would believe just about anything to come out of your mouth.)

"Tally?" She asks excitedly, looking over her shoulder as she speaks, as if the other girl might've been summoned to their little corner via name alone. "They're—" (the cards) "—definitely talking about Tally, right? I mean, she does know a lot about the inside of my heart." Marie can feel almost feel the non-existent creative agony; she presses a hand to her chest.