[Bless you, Okuni... though he might regret this blessing soon enough.

It's a lot of information to have pressed into his hands at once, highly reminiscent of how he'd been handed the small bouquet in the first place. Orga rocks back on a heel at the suddenness of her barrage of words, eyes wide, trying to keep up with each word that tumbled along after the last.

After a quick moment's parse, his expression turns a little dubious.]

Don't some of those kind of contradict one another? Or is the fortune really that specific? [He thinks about it a moment before continuing,] That, if I go shopping for some new clothes, I'll get whisked away into a whirlwind romance that ends in marriage. Just so long as I keep an eye out for unlucky birds. Just in case.

[Actually, when put that way, maybe??]