It was supposed to be perfection in a bottle. "The perfect man from what her heart desires." That's what the label said. I drank the formulae and spoke the words correctly, but reality had other ideas.
He called himself Bjorn, a true viking descendant. He was tall, broad, full of muscles and barely clothed. He was full of confidence and bravado.
Behind him was the other, unexpected one. A complete contrast. He seemed shorter, quieter but with a keen intellect behind soft eyes.
"How is this possible" I wondered. "There was only supposed to be just the one."
Quickly I tossed what was left in the pot from preparation into a bowl, and handed it and a fork to the uninvited other. He smiled warmly at me, and gave thanks.
"Um.. Yes thank you for this meal." Bjorn said quickly, having already devoured half before I sat back down.
I asked Bjorn to tell me about himself… so he did. For an hour. His fantastical life was only interrupted by the other asking me about myself, and what I wanted and enjoyed from life. I was curt with him, wanting to hear more of Bjorn until Bjorn mentioned "I am a like a god in the bedroom!"
"Does that mean your presence is intangible?" the other asked, and I found myself snorting.
"Do you have more than ten worshippers?" The other asked while Bjorn was still stumped from the first comment. I giggled louder. At this Bjorn stood and looked angrily at me for finding the other's jokes amusing.
"I will show you what a Tangible presence in bed I am!" Bjorn said angrily, standing, tossing the table aside.
"Will you bother to ask her first?" The other asked, slowly standing up, placing himself between us.
"My presence is enough or an invitation!" Bjorn replied.
"Say the word and I'll leave." The other said over his shoulder to me.
So I did.
Later I checked the bottle. The label I thought I had read was peeling offer. Beneath it it had another label. "wisdom".