Mike walked her to the streetcar stop, as usual. It"d become a welcome routine at the end of the night, giving him a chance to vent about the evening, and for her to enjoy the results of her game mastering. As well, it never hurt to have company on the walk up, for safety reasons—the Meeple offered escorts to the bus stop, but she"d never felt the need to ask.
"That was killer." He kicked a stone off the sidewalk into the street. "Glad Viv had more charges in that resurrection wand. Don"t regret putting in the gold to buy that beauty."
"You all survived. Sort of." A delicious tingle ran up her spine as she listened to him talk. "And that horn will grow back. If not naturally, I"m sure there"s some sort of restorative magic that"ll do the job."
He put his hands up to his head, index fing
