"Good for if I go beat up vampires or whatever, yeah."

"Oh, yes, that was totally what I had in mind."

Theo raises an eyebrow. "… Okay."

So they wait until Theo recovers his memory.

And eventually… he does! "Nine eighty-nine," he says.

"How long did that take?"

"… Two and a half minutes? Give or take like twenty seconds."

"Okay, so, my turn?" he asks, and gets some of the herbs and the match.

"Yeah."

Bit of Latin, two seconds gone.

"It worked. Again."

"Okay, and now we wait again."

"Now we wait!"

… And then will indeed wait for about two and a half minutes. Approximately the same amount of time as last time.

"Okay, so it doesn't depend on how you feel about the other person, apparently."

"Or if it does it at least doesn't vary between you two – maybe if someone I really hated tried to magic me it'd matter, but yeah, doesn't seem so so far."

"So now I dye you pink?"

"My hair, yeah. Think so. Took a couple of hours to properly undo last time, though, I think."

"No, not your hair, your face."

"Ugh," he groans. "Seriously? Do we have to?"

"It was your idea!"

"Not on purpose."

"What do you mean, you said you wanted to test that to compare it with the hair!"

"… Okay, I guess I did, but– I didn't mean pink."

"No, but I did. You'd look very dashing."

"Ugh. Okay yeah sure whatever go ahead."