Hmm, don't some people say that your wish might not come true if you tell someone else about it?

[ .. not that it's a particular kind of superstition Ange believes in, mind you. She's not really prone to believing in stuff like that, but she can't help but gently - some might call it teasingly, were it not for the fact that Ange's tone of voice is so relatively flat and unemotional - point it out to him anyway. ]

I have an idea though. [ She's already looking through the strands of paper, like she's just trying to find the right colour to suit her wish. ]

And I suppose I could tell you mine if you tell me yours.

[ At least then it's an equal exchange, right. ]