His eyes widened and he felt the first signs of sweat beading on his brow; “S..su..sure.  I…I..I  C..could give I..t a g..g..go.”  he made an effort to try and hold himself together.  Something about predicting others fortune filled him with dread, he was unsure as to why that was; but he smiled as best he could and watched her as she began preparing something behind the counter.<br/><br/>Damien’s eyes fell to the dice; their calming influence on him was apparent as he looked back up as she placed the sumptuously textured and smelling platter before him and he took a deep breath in of the glorious scent mix.  He smiled at the slender playful figure braced gracefully against the chair.<br/><br/>“I..I have always found chance to be unexplainable; circumstances that conspire for good  or ill.  T..T..this is why I roll the dice.  Through the confusion of a muddled m..m..mind they make the path clear.  I am in this shop because the dice spoke.”  He glanced nervously at his jacket hung neatly over the chair and nodded softly.<br/><br/>He reached out for one of the sugared dice and smiled as he placed it next to the others in his palm.  “You asked if I would tell your fortune.  What is it you wish to know?”