And she'd be like 'H-hey, it seemed like a good idea at the time!'

"Oh, that's right. I forgot about curses. Those work pretty well."

That was a nice laugh, maybe she could get another one out of him. Squinting one eye, she hunched her shoulders and jutted out her chin, lifting a dramatically-quivering hand and miming a creaky witchy-old-peasant voice.

"Bread and meat, or a pox upon your house! ... None of those fancy moldy cheeses though, we already got plenty of mold and besides, they give Stinky Joe the runs."