"Urdu," Marco repeated, and was about to say how that sounded fake until Oliver explained where it came from. It still sounded a little fake, though. He shrugged at the talk of the doll. "It just shows I can take care of a doll," he muttered. He didn't think he needed to point out that he was hardly taking care of himself.
He watched Oliver curiously as the man became thoughtful over tarot cards, and he wasn't sure he wanted to point out to the man, as usual, that a lot of it was bullshit. If they were trying to find things that he was good at, it probably wasn't good to keep shitting on the one thing he had. "That's a lot of cards to make," he said, shrugging. "And, um, I learned how to read fortunes with regular playing cards, too, but people just like the, um... The mysticism of tarot cards, I guess. I could do a reading some time, though. If you want. Or I could read your palm, or, um..." He thought for a minute, then shrugged. "Fake seance."