"I hope there isn't an Aeon of Propagation or... Growth or suchlike lurking in the depths here, but it's anyone's guess!" A goldfish made of dim red light flickers into being to swim through the air over to a vine and make a show of slapping it dismissively with its tail.

Sparkle laughs. "And your luck is what you're known for, isn't it? All right, little peacock." She reaches out and pulls a card.

[I have an actual deck of cards within arm's reach, so: ...Queen of Diamonds. Oh. Okay.]