He came dangerously close to tilting his head in a curious frown at the blush suddenly darkening Theodore's cheeks. Jamie wasn't sure what had caused it; he only hoped it wasn't anything negative. Didn't sound like it, when the other boy spoke, but what did he know? Jamie tended to come off as terribly naive and wholly innocent. He wasn't. He just preferred looking at the world in a positive light. It was what kept him going the previous year. But they were months away from that now, and Theodore was handing him what Jamie was sure was something precious. The cards looked aged, but well cared-for, so when he took them it was gingerly. His eyes remained on Theodore as he listened to instruction, only moving away when he was ready to shuffle the cards.
As he shuffled, he pictured all the places he wanted to go, imagination enough to paint a technicolor picture. He wasn't certain how well they needed to be mixed, but figured twice through was enough.