She shuffled the cars, looking down to make sure she didn't bend them, and turned them over so that they could only see the back of them. Moving them one last time, she held out the pile to him.
"Cut them for me," she said, "And then put the pile here in this hand, she said, holding out a smooth palm with well manicured nails.
"Then do it again, and I'll put them out."
She was leaning into him slightly, and noted how very confident he seemed. She'd hardly remembered him from last year; he'd been a bit wild she recalled. Now, he seemed to have grown up over night. She thought he might cooperate and let her read for him; she wasn't against using some feminine persuasion but she hadn't had to resort to any. It was slightly flattering, but she pushed the thoughts away as she concentrated on the cards.