I was looking for a napkin in your picnic basket, we were on a date. Our 7th date, to be exact. And then.. I saw your spellbook and looked in to it.

"Speed Reading Spell.. Blonde Hair spell.. Cooking spell. And to think I was giving you props for fitting in so well."

You replied, a bit angry, so I replied back.

"Some things are hard! I thought we were going to do this together."

I said something almost unforgivable, but I was mad. Really, really mad. But I also felt bad, I said, my voice loud and firm

"This isn't the Isle of the lost, Mal!"

I regretted what I said, but I looked at you caringly