Palm reading. Hm. Piotr doesn't believe in mystics; it's the sort of thing he would dismiss as a child's game at best, swindling at worst. He's seen proles offering such clairvoyant services in the cities -- a racket, every one of them.

But this is Lakshmi, and while he really doesn't believe in seeing the future, he is patient, listening. A tiny smile does tug at his mouth at the mention of Olivia, at Lakshmi's barely suppressed mirth. This is rather theatrical for Lakshmi, he thinks, but it is so very personal that Piotr can hardly turn it aside.

He merely raises eyebrows when she trails off, looking less daunted than amused, if skeptical. "What?"