[She reads the fortune]
Only if you let it be.
Only if you let it be.
Every day is a new day. But tomorrow is never promised.
[The Doctor just stares. Well, obviously]
River glanced over the Doctor's shoulder at the slip of paper between his fingers. "I think the universe is trying to tell me something," she said softly. Because tomorrow, at least for her, wasn't promised. Not by the universe and not by the force she was sure was more powerful than the universe: the Doctor. He'd only promised her the night, for however long that lasted.
"Unfortunately for the universe, I never listen to what I'm told."
"Unfortunately for the universe, I never listen to what I'm told."
Um. I think you got mine and I got yours.
[She slides hers across the table: "You have a curious smile and a mysterious nature."]
[She slides hers across the table: "You have a curious smile and a mysterious nature."]
Ominous and obvious, well fortune cookies are hitting new marks. [Mal sighs]
"Our perception and attitude toward any situation will determine the outcome."
...well that's a little on the nose.
Impossible is a word only to be found in the dictionary of fools.
[ Toph pulls the paper out of the cookie, waves it carelessly with one hand, and munches on the cookie with the other. ]
So what's it say?
So what's it say?
Humour usually works at the moment of awkwardness.
Operative words here are 'usually' and 'humour'.
... no they aren't.
John cocked an eyebrow at Sherlock's reaction. "Are you telling me," he said, idly toying with his own cookie without actually opening it, "that you didn't miss me? I think I'm hurt." The words were said playfully, but as much as he loved his wife, he did miss some of the adventures they'd had. Now Sherlock had to call ahead and they had to be arranged. It wasn't quite as spontaneous as it used to be.
I don't understand...
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Is that supposed to be a warning?
... [Squinting. Is this fortune cookie mocking him?]
I think not.
And more to the point, I suggest that we ignore all so-called wisdom pulled from cookies.
And more to the point, I suggest that we ignore all so-called wisdom pulled from cookies.
Thanks, highly ominous fortune cookie.
[OMG, FUCK YOU FORTUNE COOKIE!
...Yeah, she's just going to gloomily look at it.]
...Yeah, she's just going to gloomily look at it.]
[leaning over!]
Did your cookie just food shame you too?
Did your cookie just food shame you too?
... did this dessert just give me an ad?
I am a fortune. You just broke my little house. Where will i live now?
[Renesmee has to cover her mouth with her hand to keep from giggling.]
Whoops. Sorry, fortune.
Whoops. Sorry, fortune.
[Wow. This fortune cookie is rude. Can he get another?]
Draco stared dubiously at the fortune Potter was holding, trying to make it look as if he weren't doing just that thing. Really? His mother? What kind of fortune was that? He looked down at his own fortune and scowled. Love because it is the only true adventure. He inched away from Potter and scowled. Love. Right. If love was an adventure, he was determined to have none of it. He'd already had enough adventures for a lifetime.
"So," he asked idly, firmly believing Potter would make something up, "what's yours say?"
"So," he asked idly, firmly believing Potter would make something up, "what's yours say?"
[That one's going to get crumpled and put in the bin.]
Wait. Sherlock, what'd it say?
[He's only just cracking his cookie open.]
[He's only just cracking his cookie open.]
Bad luck and misfortune will follow you all your days.
How helpful.
A new wardrobe brings great joy and change in your life.
[Just looks suspiciously at this. Yeaaaah.]
Well you could stand to try out something new...


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