"Today is your lucky day!"
I stopped chewing my fried rice, tempted to spit it out. A reasonable reaction, when your Fortune Cookie has made a bold declaration of any sort.
"Mnf--" I paused to swallow, "Lucky?"
"Yes! I am good at predictions!"
The voice was light, papery, but confident.
"Good luck or bad luck?"
"Keep me around and it'll be all good luck!"
To its credit, my luck's been better since it started living in my fridge.