"Fortune-telling," you decide.
The old lady lights the lamp on the table next to her. "Set yerself down."
You sit. The hardwood floor could be smoother. They may have taken the rustic thing too far.
"Drink," she gives you a china cup of swampy tea. You drink and hand it back. She holds it to the light to read the leaves.
"Says you struggle with decisions; yer never 100%. Avoid gamblers, clowns, and Geminis. Drink more water. Yer lucky number is 7. That'll be a dollar. I take coin and scrip."