“Huh? What’s that about your dinner?”

Deirdre told Tobey how everything had gone down, and the young man chuckled. “Ha, I knew you’ve got the magic, Dee,” he remarked.

A cool evening wind billowed, and he smoothed her hair. “Too bad that cost you your dinner, though. But you’re in luck. There is a pretty good grill stall in town, and according to rumors, they have less oily and flavorful options. Wanna give that a try?”

“Sounds great! I happen to think today’s progress calls for a celebration