You greet the woman

"Hello, my young friend," says the old woman in a voice that somehow manages to remind you of every grandma you ever met. "You look as if you have come a long way, at least I have never seen you in these parts before. Sit down for a moment and talk." She motions to the steps leading up to her door and you rest upon these. The dog looks at you and whines anxiously and she tugs gently on the leash. "Shush now, I am sure this stranger does not mean you any harm." She reaches into her apron pocket and pulls out two stones, a blue stone that shines coldly against her pale skin and a yellow stone that seems to glow and glisten wherever the light touches it. "Would you like to play a little game?" she murmurs. "Choose a stone and I shall tell you your fortune."

You choose the blue stone.

You choose the yellow stone.

Or you tell her that you really don't believe in such things and refuse to make a selection.