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[changeinasnap]

Today, his milkshake came with a little fortune cookie garnish hooked over its rim. As soon as he saw it, his eyes lit up, and he plucked it free of the mountain of whipped cream to crack it open.

Soon you will be sitting on top of the world, said the slip of paper inside

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[forewarned_is]

"I have to ask."

Kali's seated on a rafter next to him, eyeing him with barely suppressed amusement.

[forewarned_is]

"You can't get off, can you."

[changeinasnap]

"Don't you say a word," he mutters.

[forewarned_is]

Kali presses a knuckle to her lips for one moment, and then lowers her hand from a perfectly solemn face -- perfectly solemn except for the laughter dancing deep in her eyes.

"Not a word."

[changeinasnap]

"Also?" He glares down at the globe, disgruntled. "Don't open the fortune cookies. Better yet, set 'em on fire if you get one."

Even the slurp that follows has a decidedly annoyed and sulky air to it. And he was doing so well before Kali turned up.

[forewarned_is]

"...this was a fortune cookie?"

Her eyebrows climb toward her hairline.

[changeinasnap]

"Yep."

He pops the last letter with his lips, starts to roll his eyes, then stops. Mingled realization and mild horror dawn over his face.

"Ohhh if Coyote's the one who pulled this I am so turning her first name into Wile E," he declares, thumping the shake down somewhere around the Bering Strait.

[forewarned_is]

Beat.

"Coyote?" Mild. "Any particular reason to think it was her, or just that it's her style?"

[changeinasnap]

"I don't like her," he says, succinct and sharp. "It's mutual. So yeah, six from column A and a half-dozen from column B."

Maybe something with rocket launchers. Or a giant slingshot. Or one of those tiny little malfunctioning umbrellas...

[forewarned_is]

Kali examines the situation with fresh interest.

"You have to admit," she says, and pauses there.

[changeinasnap]

"Hm?"

I have to do nothing of the sort, says the casually biting undertone to that noise. It's a very expressive sort of noise.

[forewarned_is]

"... oh, come on," she says. "Don't try to tell me you don't wish you'd thought of this first."

[changeinasnap]

All she gets is another sulky slurp.

It goes on a lot longer than the first one.

[forewarned_is]

Kali does not smirk.

(Much.)

"What did the fortune say?" she asks. "Something about being on top of the world?"

[changeinasnap]

"Yeah, it was -- "

He pauses mid-slurp to lean to one side -- slightly precariously -- and dig through his pocket. Unearthing a tiny slip of paper, he holds it up to Kali.

"So you will be sitting on top of the world," he intones, with all the sarcastic gravitas he can manage. Which is quite a lot.

[forewarned_is]

... Oh, he absolutely wishes he'd thought of this first.

"It's probably not going to be permanent," she offers by way of consolation.