"I'm that slow, huh?"
"Jon, if you were any slower, you'd be moving backwards."
"Well, thanks, glad to know you think so highly of me."
"Lighten up. I do think a lot of you."
"Really?"
"Really really."
They sat in peaceful quiet for almost an hour, arms draped over each other. Every so often, they'd lock eyes, among other facial parts.
"Jon? Can I ask you something?"
"Go for it."
Karyn bit her lip nervously. "I've got a problem. And I hoped you'd um "
"C'mon, just say it."
"Look, just, um, just promise you won't freak, okay?"
"Zero freaking, I promise. What do you need?"
"I I need to find a mate."
"Okay, so the plan is to wish for you to be immune to warlock cock, right?"
"Yup, just long enough to polish off the dispelling. Then, I can take off the last of the hexes."
"Why not keep it going for good?"
"Heath, it's a minor fuckin' enchantment. Why waste a wish?"
"But its power never wanes, right? It'd be one less thing you'd have to worry about."
"Hmm, good point. Okay, permanent, then."
"Check. Okay, here goes. I wish that Zoë would be permanently immune to the effects of the warlock cock hex."
"Okay, you had to look away, so it must've whoa, I don't feel so good "
"What's wrong, babe HOLY SHIT!"
