[rude Maki!1 Kaito certainly recognizes her, but how could he forget the face that belonged to that impressive set of vocal chords that had greeted him on his first day in Blanc? plus, he's great with faces, especially those he sees very frequently]

What if I don't wanna just avoid this fortune, huh? What if I want to trade for a good one instead?

[he gives the slip of paper another shake]

Please, Maki-saaaaan. Take pity on me?

[. . . one thing Kaito certainly hasn't perfected is the sad puppy dog look. he emanates way too much mischievousness and not enough innocence]