"Well I'm weird and you're doing just fine with me so I'm gonna say you're coming along real well." It might be lightly joking, but at the same time it was a genuine enough sort of compliment. Not everyone could deal with Weird. It was why so many people drifted to the carnival to find a home.

He wasn't entirely familiar with this sort of setup, but the smell of tobacco was familiar enough that Molly didn't even have to ask what he was being offered, gently slipping a cigarette from the wrapper with a hum of appreciation once he'd finished shuffling the cards, popping it between his lips to find a match to light it with before turning his attention back to the cards, fanning them in one hand to hold out to Mick, backs up.

"Alright a general peek at the future to start then! Pick a card and turn it over and let's see where you're at, my friend!"