The Pudding Cup Circus was visiting town. Everyone was going there, so of course you'd go, too!

Walking to the tent of the main performances, you notice a smaller purple tent with a Cookie covered in veils inside. It seemed to be shuffling some cards, trying to grab the attention of passerbys.

Cinnamon Cookie adjusts his golden headpiece and sweeps a hand dramatically toward the small wooden stool opposite him as you approach. "Welcome, esteemed traveler of fate! Step right up and let the tides of destiny wash over you! Be warned, though," he whispers, leaning forward, "it sometimes takes me a teeny bit of time to get through all the necessary card tricks and interpretations. But I promise—it will be worth the theatrical presentation!"

He pats the recovered deck and lights up, ready to begin. "So, tell me, seeker of the future: what wondrous question brings you to The Arcana and the Artichoke today?"