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I came to officially ask you to stop your attacks. If you come with me, I will plead with the Light Fae to go easy on you.
Aife (snorting and bursting into laughter): Oh, you're adorable! (Bo, finally seeing Aife's beyond reason, draws her machete) Ooh, and armed! That's my girl!
Didn't we tell you to stay in the car?
Cars are the basements of horror movie cliches.
What are you drinking?
Um- I don't know. Maybe something sweet. Like an apology from Dyson for being la merde-face since he got back.
Thank you! He's being a total ass, right? Guy disappears for three weeks and leave you hanging, usually, the girl gets to be the pissy one, yes?
That is how I have come to understand things from my education in romantic comedies, yes. Also- Girls with glasses are way smart, and being clutzy is adorable.
Mmmm...why are carbs so damn tasty? Actually, I know why. It's an interesting fact: they increase the body's insulin, which clears competing amino acids and a path of serotonin to the brain -
Bo (mildly, amused): Lauren.
Lauren (wryly): Right. Less geeking, more eating. (Bo smiles fondly)
Dude, what's been up with you lately? That time of the wolf-month?
Missed you, too, Kenzi. [Kenzi leaves]
She's got a point. You seem a little off your game since you came back. Something I should know?
Not really.
Come on man it's lame you leaving me out like this!
Okay- You know the old story of King Leopold? The tribute he made as a sacrifice to the Norns?
Yeah.
Well, I asked a Norn for help when Bo went to face her mother.
So? [Dyson gives him a look] Aw... man... Alright, bold move. But, you just run off after? What's up with that?
I was in shock, okay? Denial- Whatever you want. Wolves like to heal in private.
Before you left I asked you not to interfere in my fight with Aife. But that night, I swear I could feel you with me. And it made all the difference. Thank you.
I asked a Norn to give you my strength against your mother. But, you should know: It came with a price.
Well, tell me. Whatever it is- We can handle it.
Norns take in payment what you value most. I didn't know what it was at the time. I offered her my wolf-
Dyson!
That's not what she took.
Well- What did she take?
Us.
You're not even making any sense. How can someone take "us"?
By making it impossible for me to feel anything for you. Ever.
Well, that's ridiculous. And- Anyway, at the rave, tonight, that kiss, it was-
Our last! I'm sorry, Bo. That's not how I wanted it, but I had to know. Now I do. I'm sorry.
Speaking of not home: would you give me some space on Saturday night? Dyson agreed to come over and talk.
Ahh. Gotcha. Operation “Woo” begins. And what is your plan of attack?
Cleavage. That’s about as far as I’ve gotten.
Kenzi (ruefully - whilst attractive, she's small-breasted): Honey, that’s farther than some of us ever get.
Remember that stag hunt you were talking about?
Bo (carefully): Yeah?
I'm the stag.
Wearing the blue-- Baronet William Haley Francois Santiago: Clan Zamora.
Haley?
One more word, just one more, and I’ll sing you to sleep and leave you in a corner.
[hearing Kenzi scream] Are you okay? What's wrong?
[throwing the broom] Cruddy broom totally bit me!
Really? The big talker who survived basilisk poisoning gets TKO'd by a broom?
Oh, like you've never been suckered by a big shaft of wood.
Hey!
I'm sorry, okay, but you're freaking me out! We should be out there dusting bad guys, not actually dusting!
I'm just trying to scrub away- The wolf who shall not be named.
Bo...you're binge cleaning.
Spring cleaning of the heart starts with spring cleaning of the hearth.
Look- Bo deserves una casa that has that fresh from the dentist feeling. But I am not genetically programmed for housework. And she doesn't earn enough moolah to get me the squadron of maids I deserve!
Well, if you want some spending money, I'll hire you on for some shifts.
Work for a living? Do I look like a chump?
Do I?
If I say yes, do I still get that beer?
I'm Mumphert.
I got a shot for that in kindergarten. Keep walkin', pal.
I'm a Brownie. I clean houses.
Before you... devour the inhabitants?
I try to stay out of the way. Mostly I work at night. So quiet. You won't even know I'm there. And I do it for free.
[quietly] Mumphey! Have a seat! [walks over to Trick and whispers] Brownies: perfectly harmless or lock-up-your-honeys?
They eat honey, not honeys. In fact, they like it in their porridge.
What else do they like in their porridge, huh? Nuggets of girl-brain?
No.
A drizzle of virgin blood?
No.
Eyeball dumplings?
All they eat is cereal and honey.
Okay, so what you're saying is, he is Trick-certified safe to take home?
Absolutely.
[Mumphert gives Bo hot-chocolate] Guess what I brought home!
Um, confusion and chocolate-dispensing terror?
Flaming tequila, crumbly old book? Not a good combo, drunky.
[chuckles] I am not drunk, I'm coping. And Trick is gonna kill you for swiping that.
Oh no, what is he gonna do? Revoke my Fae library privileges?
[looking through Trick's book] Here's one: the Festering Hex. We cast this on Dyson we can make it fall off.
[raises her shot glass] To his wang! May it rest in peace.
Yeah, we hit him with the old Bob Barker special then hit his waitress with- A bad case of "Toadstool-itis."
[laughs] That can't be a real thing.
It is, and it might be tricky. How much Eye of Newt would you say we're packing?
No! Besides, it's not the waitress' fault! I mean, Hale is right. Dyson can be mighty convincing.
Yeah, but with the right spell, he can be completely neutered.
Yeah! [they clink shot glasses] Right there!
Know what we should do?
What?
We should invoke Baba Yaga.
Baba-what-now?
[whispers] Baba Yaga. Every young Russian devotchka is taught to fear the old witch who lives deep in the lost woods, in a cottage made of bones.
Sounds kind of drafty.
The bones of young girls who don't do what they're told.
Oh my- You are scared of this Baba Gaga.
Baba YAGA, and yeah, she's horrible! Horrible- But, you know, occasionally she'll help chicks get revenge on a dude who's wronged them! [points at herself and Bo] Uhh?
Okay, I'm listening-
Okay, you get a mirror, you say her name three times, you tell her the name of the dude you want cursed-
Bye bye wolf junk?
Perhaps we're concentrating too much on Dyson's genital region.
No, no- We can't curse Dyson! I mean, he sacrificed his love for me to save my life. i mean, deep down, we know he's all noble.
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