"So you're telling me that when a butterfly flaps its wings, it affects the whole flow of time and space and stuff." Shawn rolled his eyes. "Sorry, Topanga. I aint buying it!"
"Cory bought it." Topanga smirked.
"I'm not falling for that one," Shawn said. "Cory might be gullible enough to buy that, but not this guy. Butterflies can't do zip when they flap their wings. Well, except fly, obviously."
Topanga scooped up the butterfly in her hands.
"Just watch. This butterfly will flap its wings once, and ten years from now, Cory and I are married and you're engaged to a U.S. Army Seargent's daughter," she said.
"Right, like Cory would marry you!" Shawn snorted.
"Stranger things have happened." Topanga shrugged.
"Even if he would, you know Minkus would never let it happen. He's obsessed with you!"
"Unfortunately, while I deeply value Stuart's friendship, he and I share very different ideas of love. His traditional values would never mix with my free spirit," Topanga said.
"Oh come on, you know he'd put on bellbottoms and dye his hair green if it meant he had a chance with you," Shawn laughed. Just then, the butterfly gave a strong flap of its wings as it flew from Topanga's hands. Topanga smiled.
"I'll tell you what. If my predictions for ten years later haven't come true by then, I owe you a coffee. And before you say anything, we'll be drinking at least three cups a day by then," she said, extending her hand. Shawn seemed to consider this for a moment before they shook on it.
"Deal," he said. "But on the off-chance you are right, care to tell me a little more about this Seargent's daughter?"
"Sorry, Shawn. I'm a theorist, not a psychic."