Audrey slammed her hands down on the edge of the carnival stand.

"Bullshit! There's no fucking way you could know that!"

"I fail to see the problem," Zoey remarked, barely giving a reaction to the young Debutante's outburst. "You wanted to know if I could deduce something about your past, and, judging by your reaction, I have."

Audrey glowered at the rather colorfully dressed young woman. "Look, I know we've never met each other before; I would've remembered an ensemble that fuckin' ugly."

"…that is certainly an opinion that you're entitled to."

"So how in the ever-loving fuck could you have known that I used to live abroad?"

"Quite simply, actually. For starters, when I saw you walk by earlier with your friends, you were rather vehemently voicing your disdain for…just about everything in sight," Zoey explained. "This told me your tastes are more refined than a local summer carnival could provide. Additionally, most if not all of your clothes and jewelry seems to be from designer labels with foreign-sounding names."

"So you know your shit about clothes, big whoop!" She crossed her arms. "That still doesn't-"

"No, it doesn't, but I also sense that you have affection for someone...possibly a relative, who lives a great distance away."

"You 'sense'? ...don't tell me you're one of Nerdzilla's weird friends who believes in 'the Force'?"

"Popular media doesn't particularly interest me."

"Um, not what I asked, Miss Cleo!"

There was an almost imperceptible twitch in Zoey's eyebrow now.

"As I was saying," she enunciated, ignoring Miss Megabitch's crack, "you would need to travel abroad to visit your person of affection, which means that you would most likely make an event of the trip." She then pointed to Audrey's wrist, "Plus, your piece of only non-designer jewelry is a charm bracelet that looks like it came from a Parisian tourist center."

"So what if it did!?" The [currently] red-haired girl reflexively clutched the wrist in question. "I-it's not like I wanted to keep this cherished, childhood memory or anything…I can get rid of it whenever I fucking want!"

Zoey chuckled to herself; people like this girl were always the same.

"Would you like me to guess your weight now?" she offered, smirking.

"Excuse me?"

The be-dreadlocked blunette pointed down at the text on the front of her stand. "That is the purpose of my station today, after all." She then made the "Gendo Ikari pose", resting on her elbows as she steepled her fingers in front of her chin. "...unless you're not confident in your own body?~"

Like rednecks to a Republican National Convention, Audrey lept at the bait, slamming down a hand once more as she locked eyes with Zoey. "Bring it on, bitch; I dare you not to overshoot.~"

"Very well then." She closed her eyes and pressed on her temple using two fingers on her left hand. It was a useless gesture- she didn't need somatic gestures to use her psychic abilities- but the layperson seemed to get a kick out of it. "I sense...that you weigh...one hundred and two pounds."

The VIOLENT twitch of Audrey's eyebrow let Zoey know she hit the metaphorical nail on the head.

"It seems that I have guessed correctly.~ Would you like one of these consolation prizes?" She gestured to the shelf on her right, which had a bunch of cheap, stuffed toys based on whatever cartoon characters were popular a few years ago. "You can take any one item."

Audrey petulantly reached over the counter and grabbed a toy shaped like a yellow bean that was wearing overalls, declaring "Fuck you, ya patchouli smoking weirdo!"

Zoey just shrugged as she was once again left alone at her booth.

"She asked."

Fin.

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Aaaaaaaand that's another one for the pile. I'm having hella fun writing these "what if"s.

Keep an eye out for whenever I post the next one.