“No sex. Just . . . stay."

“Promise you won't try to take advantage of me?"

“I don't think I could," Madison replied.

“I'm actually feelin’ a little woozy."

Heda kissed her now-official girlfriend and then helped her get undressed. Underwear stayed on, though Heda's g-string did not really count as "coverage."

“Next time," Heda said, “we're staying at my place.”

It was difficult not laugh at Madison's discomfort, but her companions managed. She held her stomach gingerly, which rebelled against her candy-related consumption from the night before. Madison was pretty sure that she should be apologizing for something but was not quite sure for what.

"Oh admit it," Heda said at last, "you loved it."

Madison tried vainly to suppress a grin.

"Stomach ache . . . bad," she replied, using her best cave-woman voice.

"You know, if there had been some responsible authority figure around last night, she SHOULD have tried harder to stop me —-"

“Oh no, no blaming me. You said that you wanted to try it. Now what did we learn about smoking anything that Kevin gives you?"

Madison sighed.

"Stomach ache . . . bad."

Edgar ruffled Madison's hair.

"You two gonna be okay for a bit? ALL the paranormal investigators are getting called together for a brainstorming session and figure out what we're doing next."

"Yes brother dear," Heda replied with a sarcastic taint to her voice, "somehow we poor defenseless girls will just have to struggle on through --"

"Oh put it in your pipe and smoke it," Edgar replied.

“I just don't want to have to answer to Mom when you get kidnapped." His face fell.

"Seriously, keep your eyes open. This guy is just getting started He hugged his sister and then his sister's girlfriend before making his way to the Council chambers.

“Hey, can we stop by the medical center for a sec?"

“Sure,” Heda said.

“Want to get something for your gummi-worm hangover?"

Madison stuck out her tongue.

“No. Well maybe. Think they might have any Tums?"