“A pinky swear is a sacred oath going back for centuries now. It originally meant that the person who broke the promise was to cut off their pinky finger but that ‘tradition’ has thankfully been abandon.” He winked at Yorda and gently nudged her with his shoulder. “So you get to keep your pinky, even if reveal the odd secret of the trade.” Genie mumbled the last bit to the girl so that only she could hear. “Just try not to. Who knows, these days they might even start charging you for sharing others magic tricks next.”

Moving on, Genie placed his hands atop Yorda’s and demonstrated how to properly hold Urd’s cup to determine her prediction. “You’ll need the handle facing you to properly read it.” He instructed her. “Don’t worry about finding meanings to the shapes. More often than not you’ll start looking for things aren’t there. Just relax and let your imagination define the leaves.” To invest confidence in the girl, Genie gave her a knowing nod. Love fortunes should have been the last thing on Yorda’s mind; she’d need a clear mind to determine Urd’s fortune.

And, so long as she did not notice the warm glow of the large florescent arrow lit behind them and pointed at Genie, it would remain that way. Who was Urd’s fated person, the only love for her? Genie knew who and without a word had boldly taken it upon himself to answer her question himself.