Marie scratched her chin as she pondered over her question.
"Hmm... Will it rain tomorrow?" Marie asked indecisively. Being forced to ask a question all of a sudden flustered her altogether, and that was the best she could come up with.
Krish didn't comment on the hollowness of the question and immediately reached in and pulled out a handful of cowrie shells. He dropped them on the table and waited for them to settle.
"No," he answered firmly after a short second.
"Wait, what?!"
"It won't rain tomorrow," Krish reiterated.
"No- I heard you the first time. I meant, how did you do that?" Marie interrogated.
