The magic of voodoo, Naveen had decided, came at entirely too high a price.
He clutched his head and let out a groan, struggling to send the image of himself engaging in a flirtatious conversation with Miss Charlotte La Bouff back into the recesses of his mind from whence it came. The whiny, lisping voice that had came out of his mouth left him shuddering in disgust. And Lawrence's idea of flirting was rather... Unorthodox.
"Naveen, I need your help with -" Tiana came bustling around the corner, a spatula in one hand and a frying pan in the other. Something sizzled inside it, sending up a tempting aroma. His wife paused, studying the prince with an expression of sympathy. "Another memory?"
It hurt too much to nod. He closed his eyes, only to be presented with Charlotte's horrified and somewhat disgusted face as she pointed with her fork to his ear. The scenery became a blur as he - Lawrence - ducked behind the table and pulled out a familiar talisman.
He felt a soft touch on his hand and cracked one eye open, meeting Tiana's gaze as she leaned forward to press a feather-light kiss upon his forehead. The images flashing through his mind slowed and faded as he clutched his wife's hand, lifting himself into a more upright position. The prince smiled weakly. "You make a good doctor."
Tiana flashed him an amused look and straightened, stirring the contents of the frying pan with the spatula. "In that case, this doctor prescribes a hot meal and then bed rest for her patient." She swatted him gently when he grinned cheekily, then turned and hurried back to her kitchen. Naveen settled back against the couch, clasping his hands behind his head as he listened to her humming a jaunty tune.
Bed rest, he thought to himself, stretching out his long legs and crossing them. Not a bad idea. He grinned and closed his eyes, envisioning an afternoon of stolen kisses and snuggling. Bed rest would be nice, yes?