This started out to be a one-shot, but no. There's too much potential for more stupid things to be said and done. Thanks for the great reviews!
Merle's cheeks turned a beautiful sunset red. He leaped up, sending his chair skidding and stew sloshing. "Michonne! Hair! Pretty!" he yelled.
Rick pinched his temples, another headache coming on. Carl brayed laughter, which was a bad idea, as the water he had been trying to drink dribbled from his nose. Daryl facepalmed. Even Glenn was speechless.
Carol fled. She barely made it to the kitchen before sinking to her knees, laughing so hard her face hurt.
As she was trying—and utterly failing—to pull herself together, Maggie and Michonne stormed in.
"Well, that's frickin great!" Maggie exclaimed. "Now what?"
"He's dreaming," Michonne muttered.
"Carol, this is all your fault!" Maggie ranted. "If you'd taken our word for it instead of making us prove it, this wouldn't have happened! And what made you drag Michonne into it? What are we going to do?"
"He is so dreaming," Michonne muttered.
Giggling, Carol wiped tears from her face. "I don't know! I'll think of something while you two wash the dishes."
"And why are we washing the dishes?" Maggie demanded. "Our theory is right. We won the bet."
"The bet was, if you were wrong, you lost," Carol reminded her. "Now, honestly, did either of you see that coming? So you're wrong."
"No, we weren't. We said the more attracted to you a man is, the more likely he is to say something stupid. Nobody mentioned anything about finding out Merle's stupid over Michonne."
"Oh, he is so dreaming," Michonne muttered.
"Will you please stop saying that?"
"No, because he's dreaming."
"If you'll wash the dishes, I'll tell you how to get rid of him," Carol suggested.
Michonne lifted her head, eyes gleaming. "Behead him with my katana?"
"That can be Plan B," Carol said hastily. "My idea's less messy."
"Where's the hot water?"