Me and you are currently sitting cross legged on my bed, eating from a bag of gummy bears, while flipping a coin and tally marking the guesses you’ve gotten right, which were all of them.

You were number eight, and had amazing luck. That was your power, everything good that could possibly happen, just happened.

I flip the coin again.

It’s heads, just like you said.

I cheer, adding a tally onto the paper between us, “Another one!”

“Man, fifty in a row!”