Fairy Godmother concludes the portal-making spell with a last "bibbidi-bobbidi-boo!"
"Well, not anymore. --Don't summon extradimensional entities and trade them other people's souls for magic powers. There are better ways to get magic powers."
"I already have magic powers! I have the best magic powers! —well, I can think of better magic powers to have, but these ones are pretty fucking good."
"We did eventually manage to resurrect Dr. Facilier, so maybe we would have been able to resurrect all of the people of New Orleans, but probably not."
"Anyway. No trading in souls, got it." Kiss. "Trading in souls would make Ben sad probably. —aw man, I do love him, don't I."
"He iiiiiiis," he says, smiling wistfully. "—did you ask him if he wants to try going on a date with me, and if so did he tell you to fuck off—"
"That's not—I can't just—the thing I want you to find out is whether it is okay for me to even ask."
"I told him that you did not dislike him for saying no to sex with you or for having conflicted feelings about it."
"Do you get why I'm—why I don't feel like I can assume things are okay anymore?"
Hug. "I love you. —I also don't really know how to ask someone on a date. Is my apartment still totally destroyed? I guess I kinda live at yours now anyway. Does it count as a date if we're in your living room playing Sugar Rush?"
"You can move out of my place if you want to but I want you to stay here so you can eat all my food. And ask Ben to plan it and then I'll tell him things you'll like and he'll really enjoy getting to make you happy."
"Okay." He kisses Asher's cheek. "I wanna stay here, anyway, I like your apartment. It has you in it."
"You know," Asher says thoughtfully, "in forty years there'll probably be people dressed up as us at theme parks."
"I won't wear any underwear so you can push me up against the wall and fuck me whenever you want."