"I don't know, it wasn't something I did, back home." Mostly, he told fortunes when his mother was out of the shop and maintained her website, because heaven forbid she trust the concept of video chat or html.

Tipping his head back in the chair, he lets the other comment slide: he really doesn't want more of Mark's theories, even if he's taking notes for the man. "They might not even work if I did. It's magic, and that's up to our keepers. Weed still seems to help." A smile finally draws the edges of his mouth: "Even more if the company is smoking it too."