(cheering) What else do you see?

I predict that...

The lost one will join the line, and the final bite will taste sublime.

Oh, that's so wise.

Wait, what does it mean?

I merely relate what I see.

It is for you to interpret.

Thanks for visiting the Tent of Portent.

Have a mystical day.

Marina.

I'm so excited for our sleepover tonight!

Me too.

I have something for you.

It's a friendship necklace.

Each friend wears half the heart charm.

Aw, thanks.

Hey, I've got something for you, too.

Come with me.

Prunella, you don't have to tell my fortune.

I want to.

It'll be fun.

Madame Prunella is sensing something.

A sound.

The roar of a lion!

(faint whirring) (laughing) Pretty sure that's the generator from the ice cream truck.

(whirring stops) Marina, come on.

It's like you don't even believe my predictions.

Of course I don't.

I mean, you're just making stuff up, right?

I can't believe my best friend thinks I'm a faker.

I didn't say that.

I just... think you're a creative story maker-upper.

Oh, yeah?

I bet I can make three predictions and all of them will come true by tonight.

All three?

No way.

Yes way.

If they don't come true, I'll give up fortune-telling.

But if they do, you have to do the "I'm sorry" dance in front of everyone.

Deal.

Deal.