The Last Oddetsey

[steven_mcg]

EUDIAL

George, perhaps a little overzealous in his new duties, teleports Eudial to Doomforall's castle, as what had appeared to be some vintage wooden panelling slides down to reveal the Witch standing on a teleport pad a few meters from where Vengeance is standing. She looks like she wants to be sick again.

Aha! Company at last! George, send a memo to the cyber-chef that we've guests for tea and activate all hospitality protocols in Doomsy's databanks. If a slap-up dinner party doesn't lighten up this lot, I don't know what will!

Hm? Oh, yes, yes. Hello, hothead.

Now then, I swear I saw a file in this drive labelled Underpa...

GYAH!

George, you're supposed to let me know when you're beaming people in here! Honestly, does the universe want me to have a stroke in mid-flight? Really!

But wait. That thing in her hand...

Yoink!

...

Good lord. You actually did it, didn't you?

Hehe! What do you know? You did! My hat! It's all here! Barely a scratch or a scuff or a fibre out of place! Back on the bonce, you sexy thing! Heady missed you so much! Hehe!

My apologies, Ms...I'm sorry, how does it go again? You-dial? You-dee-al? You see, this is why I don't take on the magic heroes. I get so embarrassed when I can't say the names right!

At any rate, my dear, it appears that I have misjudged you. You could have melted my chapeau with a single grumpy thought anytime you wanted and either left me for dead in my own little adventure or done the job yourself right now. But you didn't. And you haven't. And to be honest, even I'm a little surprised by that.

I'm still not putting you any of you on the Christmas card list any time soon, but you at least have managed to win my trust. Congratulations.

Shake and make up? I won't even try and dig out the oven gloves. They are somewhere in these silly pockets, I'm sure.