"I suppose..."  David looks at his fortune again, then tosses the slip of paper up into the air, where it folds itself into a small crane and flies away.  Perhaps it could find Monkey; a rescue at a fortune cookie factory seems much more his idiom.  As for the cookie itself, Dragon crumbles it to dust in his hands, and scatters the dust across the flowers nearby.<br/><br/>"Shall we rejoin our subjects now, sister?"