“Yes,” Morgan said. “Every day. All the time. Some days, you even think you’re getting used to it only to realize you’re not.”
“Don’t say fuck!” I growled at Ryan. “Remember your place!”
He rolled his eyes and I did not find that attractive. At all. “Sorry,” he said. “I meant to say mothercracker.”
“Morgan!”
“Sam.”
“You are so cool, you are so awesome,” I sang. “You give me feelings that make my heart blossom.”
They all stared at me. I’m pretty sure Morgan did too, even if he couldn’t see me.
“What?” I asked. “It was good.”
“Good being the operative word,” Gary muttered.
“Hugs?” Tiggy asked. “I not have hugs yet.”
“You shouldn’t sing,” Ryan said hastily. “It… burns.”
“Morgan liked it,” I said. “Didn’t you, Morgan?”
“That is certainly something you would say,” Morgan said.
“Guess what it was called?”
“Do I have to?”
“No. Because I’ll just tell you.”
“Sam—”
“It was called ‘Dear Brother-Uncle-Father: An Ode to the Fiery Depths of My Feelings for Your Personage.’”
“You capitalized that, didn’t you?”
“You bet your sweet ass I did,” I said. “Now it’s official.”
“Sam.”
“Morgan.”
“No corn. Get to Tarker Mills. Find the keep. Rescue the Prince. Go to Randall. Are these instructions in any way unclear?”
“You know that song I just sang for you?” I asked him. “I take it back.”
“I weep,” Morgan said. “A word in private, if I may.”
I looked up at the others. “Shoo. Secret wizarding business.”
“Says the apprentice,” Gary coughed.
“What?”
“Nothing,” he said sweetly. “Ryan, Tiggy. Away with us. While we wait, I can regale you with the time that Sam was running from a mermaid and somehow ended up naked in a tree.”
“You promised,” I snapped at him.