[She's hesitant to look at him directly, he notes, and that says a great deal about her, as does the request she makes. He's long gotten used to reading body language and other mannerisms to try and sort out what people want to hear, what makes a good show, though he's beginning to think that over-the-top showmanship might not be quite right for this one.]

Technically, those would be their fortunes.

[He smiles broadly before offering her a shrug. If that's what she wants, it's simple enough.]

But by all means— your wish is my command. You know, most people ask about their own happiness.