Better a witty fool than a foolish wit.

Micki frowned towards him when he asked if she always spoke this way. "I speaketh in what manner I choose." She said simply, before sighing and licking at the peanut butter again, before freezing and watching his reactions when his smile faded and there was a visible shift of the look in his eyes. She immediately stuck her spoon in her mouth, picked up her pen, twisted the spoon to the side of her lips, and started to jot down some more sentences in an untidy scrawl, nearly sending her tea flying in the process.

"A soothsayer!" She exclaimed, her pen halting and looking up at him again, her eyes wide and her hair almost growing even more bushy from excitement. "Depths so deep one cannot explore them in thousands upon thousands of years, have been observed in a soothsayer's eyes! But behold doth sit before me, wearing the jewels of a such a universe! Seeing all, but knowing nawt! A glorious morn arises when the author meets the soothsayer." She froze for a second, before jotting down her last few words on the paper, her handwriting almost completely unintelligible at this point.

She was almost trembling with excitement as she looked back up at him, her spoon in her mouth had obviously hindered her speech slightly, so she quickly removed it, shoving it back into the jar and looking at him carefully. "Doth thou know the depths of thy curse?"

"You can see it?" Nemo's laughter cheered and he swung a fist in the air, giving it an ecstatic pump as he was overwhelmed by his stunned delight. His smile became acquainted with his lips to reveal his teeth once more, which glistened in time with his eyes as he leaned impossibly further across the table. "No way," He whispered in his state of wonder - when his thoughts were graced with an epiphany.

In a mad dash, he flipped his hand over, laying his palm parallel with the ceiling as he flattened his digits across the table's smooth surface in offering. "Let me get a reading," Nemo dared the woman, his voice laced with concentrated temptation as his thrilled eyes widened with potential. "You are the only one who has ever been able to see it too," He informed her, "I want to see what happens when I get a reading on you."

But his frantic plan came to a halt when the woman's inquiry registered with his liquor-soggy mind. "Curse?" He chuckled, but what had previously been a mighty rumble of a laugh had deteriorated, becoming something shaking and nervous. "What do you mean?" But his subconscious was prepared in the same manner that it had been the moment prior; with a counter to his spoken word. She knows.

"It is a glittering jewel, set before me." Micki said slowly, before taking a deep breath, staring at his hand on the table. She slowly closed her eyes for a moment, before looking up at him, her expression grave. "Many have wished for an experience such as the one you offer, a reading from a true Soothsayer, Thou eyes hold a deep secret, many cannot share." Micki slowly rested her hand on his, staring still into his eyes, her own large, her hand trembling slightly with anticipation.

"I refer to thine curse, the ability to see, and yet often not respond, so fast is it the vision may come.. do you control thine abilities? Dost thou have the control over thine own willpower, to understand, to interpret.." Micki was in awe, staring straight into his eyes, observing the color, and then all at once, she wasn't observing the color anymore, but looking past that, and staring straight into his eyes, her own head cocked to the side slightly.

"Such curiosities in thine eyes.. if one only looks beyond what thou wishes to see." She said softly, leaning forward more, her hand still resting lightly in his. "Darest I make the assumption that the sight is what causes thou to drink?" She asked, slowly tearing her gaze from his eyes, and looking towards the bottle he had set on the table.