"Oh, spectacularly." Amy replied dryly, but she was trying not to grin. "Well, if you can make sure I don't throw up all over your Precious, then I wouldn't mind seeing it. I get kinda nauseous on gummi ships, even."

"I don't want to be a fairy," Jalen suddenly announced, taking his hand back after shaking Ray's. "I don't know what you two have been plotting, but it doesn't need to involve me." He eyed his wife, who was trying to nibble a cookie without laughing. "I'm sure most of what she's been saying has been entertaining."

Swallowing her cookie bits so she could giggle without choking, she reached over and poked him. "Everything about you is entertaining. Especially the-" She was cut off by Jalen thrusting the cup of fruit punch at her.

"Drink, you look thirsty."

"Awe, spoilsport. He has no sense of humor, Ray."