Lilika has London shuffle the deck while thinking about love and relationships and hearts and fat babies with wings. She tries to do the same but her mind is a little fuzzy and she keeps getting distracted. Finally satisfied, Lilika draws one card and thwacks it down between them.

“Three of Cups. Oh, this is a good one,” she nods vigorously, “It’s all about, like ... the free flow of ideas or, like ... mutual benefit. You need to find a boy that shares your interests. Or needs something from you. Or you need something from him. The kind of boy who wants to accomplish something with you. I dunno, like a caper.” Maybe she’s projecting a little.