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A/N: Sick of writing angst fics. This is meant to be funny. Shush, I'm tired. =P
Raoul's grin was very nearly ear-to-ear.
"I can't believe you got me into this," Numair Salmalín muttered as he took one small spatula-full of greenish powder and put it in a goblet of wine. The powder dissolved instantly.
"It'll be fun," Raoul insisted. "Come on, even I have to have some fun now and again."
"You'd better hope it's him who drinks it," Numair warned, swirling the wine to make sure the powder was fully dissolved. "I don't think anybody will be happy if it's Lady Alanna who drinks it."
"I know, I know," the Knight Commander of the King's Own sighed. "I'll make sure he drinks it." He thought for a moment. "On second thoughts, put another bit in this glass." That particular glass, the mage noticed, wasn't filled with wine, but with grape juice. It would still be drank, he thought. Grape juice looks much like wine. Numair obeyed quickly. Then he tucked the small earthenware bottle into his pocket.
"Now you'll have to be extra careful," he cautioned. "Somebody else might drink it."
"I hadn't thought of that," Raoul admitted.
"I know you hadn't. That's why I told you."
"You did prepare it the way I asked, right? There aren't going to be any strange side-effects?"
"No," Numair sighed, "no side effects."
"And you do know how to reverse it."
"Of course I do. I wouldn't even have considered doing it if I didn't know how to reverse the effects."
"All right," Raoul said, somewhat reassured. "Let's get out of here."
"I still can't believe you got me into this," the mage sighed as he followed Raoul out of the banquet hall.