Tristan was edging toward 'nervous' - he wasn't quite sure what that smile was supposed to mean, but at least it was a smile - until her hand landed on his. His stomach leapt a little. He would happily comply - he'd suggested meeting here, after all, and surely there was a little bit of palm-reading to be expected. "You're welcome to, if you show me how," he said, turning his had face-up and scooting the plate of biscuits out of the way. "It's only polite to return the favor, isn't it?" He hadn't so much as tried it in more than ten years, and he couldn't remember whether he'd ever received decent marks for it. "I don't know if you're likely to see very much exciting, though." Although things had taken a turn for the more interesting, recently.