[Mae listens with a small smile at the corner of her lips, wondering what's pure spin and what is the cards telling the truth. In her experience as the leader of the Goblin Market, she's had her cards read a few times, but most of the artisans of the Market were cons - it was the dancers that raked in the money and attention, after all. Dancers who put their necks on the line at every opportunity, Mae included. Nick's mark on her throat had never been a guarantee that other demons would leave her alone. Only his old friends - and the other conclaves in London. But she's had nimble feet and a sense of needing that danger, so she'd danced.
When Prudence finishes speaking, she lets out a low little whistle and smiles.] You're as good as they told me.
[She looks around the shop again, curious, impressed.] Don't suppose you've ever been to a Goblin Market, have you?
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When Prudence finishes speaking, she lets out a low little whistle and smiles.] You're as good as they told me.
[She looks around the shop again, curious, impressed.] Don't suppose you've ever been to a Goblin Market, have you?