He checked his phone once again, it was a Monday evening. 4 more days of work where I’m going to have to face her until the weekend… What is she going to want? And how come she believed him so readily about the box and its magic?

He had blubbered out pretty much every letter and exchange he’d had with the strange container to the intruding vixen, who seemed to eat up every single word with glee.

Kazard suspected that she probably didn’t believe him, but understood enough that his situation with the diapers was complete and utter dependence.

Great… She knows all about the embarrassing details but doesn’t realize that apparently magic actually exists… Well if she keeps letting herself into the house she’s going to find out sooner than later.