Lennon turns red. “.. because he came into my home and rearranged everything without talking to me first. And he [i]knew[/i] I was coming back!” [b]’Ahh very nice. He’ll never guess it.’[/b]

Zenith smiles and pecks his lips. “But the goose [i]is[/i] enchanted, and you don’t need a spell to be as if not more ‘enchanting’.”