Nothing much, but an end to the scene. My first instinct was to shrug off what he told me. But deep down, I knew it was true. He read me. He could probably tell what kind of dreams they were too, in which case it was real decent of him not to say anything. Not like what a cop would do.

"Thanks," I say, " You've been a real pal. But don't call me 'cupcake'." I shake his hand, flipper, whatever. I'm surprised by how warm and not-scaly it is.

"I live to serve...pumpkin?"

"My dad called me pumpkin till I was twelve! Could you read that off me?"

"No, just took a shot. It's more an art than a science."

"Hey, what'd you give it away for? You could've had me going, convinced me we had this deep, psychic, bond. Beverly Hills gals could be lined up for that."

"I'd never try to run a con on you. You'd get ticked off and then you wouldn't come sing anymore. Not sound business practice, precious."
"You know that redhead-with-a-temper stuff? Mostly urban legend."

"Now, who's not telling everything?"

"Ok, so I have my moments, huh?"

"You keep in touch, dumpling. I mean it. "

"Dumpling?! You are too much."

"Maybe. But you have better hair." And he hugs me briefly...I don't go in for that, but from him it sort of felt natural, even with the horns.(They still creeped me out a little bit.) It was very early morning now...I'd made it. And if I remembered Fright Theater correctly, Munchkin was about to call it a day.Him and Darla...I had her number. Blonde, pain in the ass, maybe, maybe not, big breasts. Catnip for Munchkin.

Oh, man. I love her being OK with hugging Lorne, but still being creeped by the horns. That's so - damn.

Thank you.

It's just so damned human, erika - "nice guy, almost ok with letting him read my aura, SANG for him, shit, huh, smells nice, jeez he's green OK Kay don't be a racist" and then simply not being able to deal with the horns in her own head.

And she's not a big toucher, not like Lorne.(Did I just picture him that way, or does he do that on TV? He seems like the type.) So, she trusts him a lot, but not a hundred percent. He could do a lot of damage with those things, huh?

He could do a lot of damage with more than the horns - can you imagine an evil Lorne? Knowing everyone's aura and wishing them ill?

Brrrr.

True...he could mindfuck everybody till they were quivering jelly. Lucky he's a friendly.

He is a big toucher. He's always reaching out and touching someone's arm or shoulder.

Erika, have you seen this site? I think it might give you some info on the exes: [link]

Yes, I did, and interesting as it is...that is like the one piece of info it didn't give me. From The Life Imitates Art Imitates Life Department: The fortune cookie from my Chinese food said: "Do not expect romantic attachments to be logical or rational."ETA: Deena, thanks, I'm fine with making up stuff...I just thought a geek of longer standing would've compiled it for me. Cause they would, if it were Giles, Frodo, or Draco Malfoy.

Okay, I'm starting to think Munch's wives are the Holy Grail and just about as unobtainable. Here are a couple of very cool and interesting links, though they don't tell me what I want to know.

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It's out there. Somewhere.