There's a table in the Nexus that is perfectly suited for Ryan's purposes. It's just the right size so that he looks impressive, rather than dwarfed, sitting behind it. He's very comfortable in an arm chair he's managed to pull up to one side of it and he's currently practicing his shuffling. Each time it's more elaborate, more flashy - at least
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He looks at the jar again, then shrugs and pulls out his wallet. "I hope my money is good." He pulls out a couple bucks and puts it in the jar. "I'm from a late twentieth century United States." The truth is, he's a sucker for kids, so a kid asking money to help starving kids is like a double whammy.
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The sight of the money is even more encouraging to the boy - mostly because the "starving child" he's talking about is himself. "Yeah, s'all good."
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The jar ends up gaining a silver Morgan dollar, a 5-zenny piece, two Canadian 'loonie' dollar coins, and an old British tuppence. Quint worldhops a bit.
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"Well, what if someone could tell you?" he asks - purely rhetorically, of course. "Just...give you an idea what's coming up?"
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"One of my siblings is precognitive. He doesn't talk about it too much, but if he knew something dangerous was going to happen he'd let us know. Then I'd try to find out more if I could."
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"I'd rather know. I mean, I already know bits as it is, but that way I could try to change it. Make it better."
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"Want me to tell you?"
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The goddess pulls up a decidedly less impressive chair than Ryan's and waits.
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He smiles, dealing three piles of three cards each, face-down. "Your call."
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