Two men at a small table, a full English tea service laid out between them.

-Hmm. [looks into teacup] Interesting. Take a look. What do you see?

[the teacup is handed across the table]

-What, you read tea leaves?

-Sort of, yes. Well?

-I see…a man, running. His body leans forward. I can’t tell if he’s running away or chasing someone. His knee is up, though, and he looks pretty athletic. [puts the teacup back on the table, where it is refilled] So? What’s my fortune?

-[shakes head] Reading tea leaves won’t tell you the future. It tells you about the person reading them…a kind of Rorshach test, if you will. At least, that’s my interpretation. Maybe someone knows differently.

[they sip from their filled teacups, in silence]