Li Park wandered into the shop, not neccessarily for any particular reason. He tended to let his feet and not his head lead the way as he roamed Chinatown, which was his main haunt. Having people who spoke his language, if not his relatively ancient dialect of it, was a comfort.
He walked in the door with a slightly absent look on his face.
"Immortal Iron Fist? Takes all kinds of supers, I guess; I shouldn't be surprised that there's a martial artist among the imPorts."
Anna pours tea for the both of them, then she sits down and sips hers. "I'm a dream interpreter and fortuneteller. I... have training in the I Ching and my powers actually let me literally see dreams, so I figure it's at least an semi-honest living."
She laughs. "That would defeat the purpose of your coming here, then! I'm for people who want to know what they dream about, and why."
She sips her tea. "Or for gwailo tourists that don't know any better, expect to be bilked and get more than they pay for. Exceeding expectations is always good for business."
He walked in the door with a slightly absent look on his face.
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"Welcome to my shop, sir. I'm Lin Jie Bai. ...Well, obviously that's not my English name, but the tourists and such expect my Chinese name y'know?"
She pulls up a chair for him.
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He sat down in the chair. "What kind of shop is this?"
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Anna pours tea for the both of them, then she sits down and sips hers. "I'm a dream interpreter and fortuneteller. I... have training in the I Ching and my powers actually let me literally see dreams, so I figure it's at least an semi-honest living."
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"Interesting that you can see dreams. I allow others to see mine, if I wish."
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She sips her tea. "Or for gwailo tourists that don't know any better, expect to be bilked and get more than they pay for. Exceeding expectations is always good for business."
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