No. Absolutely not. The very last thing Amelia wanted, or needed, was someone else telling her what to do, what her future might hold. No doubt the City would be helping her along enough on its own. But no one else was going to write her life for her as long as she was here.

Besides, what she had seen of fortune tellers was little more than telling people what they wanted to hear.

"Thank you. I will keep that in mind. Right now, I think I need to find my own way."

She sampled a wing gingerly, discovering it was quite good. Then the "hot" part of it kicked in. Unused to such a heavy spice, she gulped at the water. It seemed it was worth more than just keeping her from being hungover in the morning.

"Good. Hot, but good." She smiled at Logan before taking another bite.