[Setting: A Quaint Café, Somewhere Indeterminate]

The God of Coincidence and Felicity, God of Happy Endings, sit at a small table near the window. The sun streams in at a suspiciously perfect angle, casting halos of light around their coffee cups. Or maybe it’s tea. Felicity swirls her spoon idly, while Coincidence leans back in his chair, balancing precariously on two legs, as usual.

Coincidence (tilting his head, grinning): “So, do you think they’ve figured it out yet?”

Felicity (not looking up, inspecting her spoon as though it holds the secrets of the universe): “Figured it out? That’s optimistic of you. I’d say we’re closer to ‘barely scratched the surface.’”

Coincidence (shrugging): “Surface is subjective. Besides, sometimes scratching is all you need.”

Felicity (leaning forward, smirking): “You’re thinking of lottery tickets.”

Coincidence (snapping his fingers): “Exactly! And sometimes it’s a jackpot, and sometimes... well, sometimes it’s just a bunch of scratched-off disappointment.”

Felicity (rolling her eyes): “Oh, please. This isn’t about luck. It’s about timing. You’re always so quick to toss a coin and call it fate.”

Coincidence (grinning wider): “And you’re always so quick to call fate a poorly written riddle.”

Felicity (raising an eyebrow): “That’s because it usually is.”

They fall into a moment of comfortable silence, the kind that suggests they’ve had this conversation—or something like it—a hundred times before.

[Scene 1: The Unspoken Subject]

Felicity (finally stirring her drink, her tone softening): “You think they’ll get the hint?”

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Coincidence (mock indignation): “Hint? That was more than a hint. That was practically skywriting. Subtlety isn’t exactly your strong suit, love.”

Felicity (smirking): “Oh, and dropping pineapples on sidewalks is subtle?”

Coincidence (with a mock gasp): “I’ll have you know that was a perfectly orchestrated coincidence. It required impeccable timing and a very cooperative delivery driver.”

Felicity (leaning back, crossing her arms): “And yet, here we are, still wondering if they’ve pieced it together.”

Coincidence: “Wondering? I’m not wondering. I’m observing.”

Felicity: “And what have your ‘observations’ revealed?”

Coincidence (grinning mischievously): “That they’re... making progress.”

Felicity (narrowing her eyes): “Progress? That’s what you’re calling it?”

Coincidence (shrugging): “Hey, progress is progress. Even when it looks like two squirrels chasing each other in circles around a tree.”

Felicity (smiling despite herself): “That’s... oddly accurate.”

[Scene 2: The Future, or Something Like It]

Coincidence (leaning forward conspiratorially): “Do you think they’ll ever figure out what it all means?”

Felicity (laughing): “You’re assuming it means something.”

Coincidence: “Oh, it always means something. Just not always what they think it does.”

Felicity (sighing, her gaze drifting to the window): “It’s not about what it means, though, is it? It’s about... whether they choose to see it at all.”

Coincidence (nodding sagely): “Now that’s profound. Careful, love, you’re starting to sound like me.”

Felicity (smirking): “Don’t flatter yourself. I have my own brand of cryptic wisdom, thank you very much.”

Coincidence (grinning): “And yet, here we are, having the same conversation, over the same drinks, in the same perfectly coincidental café.”

Felicity (raising her cup in mock toast): “To consistency.”

Coincidence (clinking his cup against hers): “And to inconsistency, without which, we wouldn’t have jobs.”

[Scene 3: The Unspoken Name(s)]

Felicity (after a long pause): “Do you think... they’ll be ready when the time comes?”

Coincidence (pausing, uncharacteristically serious for a moment): “Ready is a funny word. I think... they’ll be there. And sometimes, being there is enough.”

Felicity (nodding, her smile softening): “Sometimes.”

The café door opens, and a gust of wind sweeps through, causing a napkin to flutter off their table. Felicity catches it mid-air with a practiced hand, holding it up as she eyes the Coincidence pointedly.

Felicity: “A napkin? Really? That’s your next move?”

Coincidence (grinning): “Subtlety, love. It’s all about subtlety.”

[End Scene]

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