"You don't have to put them away," she says. "Here, let me see."

She snags the deck before he can tuck it away, splits it in half and riffle shuffles them, cards cascading together satisfyingly under her hands and surely reversing about half the deck. "I believe you," she says, though she doesn't, quite. "Tarot cards are just cards, you know. Ancestors of poker cards. Some people look at stars and see the zodiac. I look at them and see gases and minerals doing some really beautiful things together. Some people see other things, but they're still humbling." She shrugs, goodnaturedly.

Mira passes the deck back towards Gabe. "I don't really believe in divination," she says pragmatically, "but I think they can be really good ways of thinking about what's already in your life." She plucks the top card and turns it over.

The High Priestess.