*Constance rolls her eyes hard before crossing her arms and tapping her foot annoyingly at the ground.*
"Well, well. Look at Mr. Psychic pants asking me--can't YOU foresee!"
*She leans across the table, sarcastically swimming her hand over the crystal ball*
"Ah, I can see you don't get me. Not even an inch!
Playing these little pranks on you is nothing but a cinch!
I was asking for the second definition of Fortune, you clumsy fool.
But thanks for stating the obvious, my victim and tool."
*Constance heartily laughs while slapping at her own leg. Turning back and waving good-bye, fully aware Io can't see it.*