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Red Gold and Green,

"Is Kim ready to go?" Ron asked. "Our ride leaves in fifteen minutes."

"Go on upstairs," her mother answered, "I know she's dressed."

"Hey, KP," he called, then paused and stared at her, "Why are you wearing the green and black rugby top Shego loaned you?"

"I thought we should give her some kind of support. We don't know how long she'll be in prison."

"I thought you might want to get her flowers or candy," Ron said holding up a brown paper bag.

"You bought both?" Kim asked coldly, "for her?"

"No, you pick one to give to her, I give the other to you."

"Sorry," Kim said, kissing him on the cheek. "You're right. We should both give her something. She saved our lives."

The hospital receptionist denied they had a patient named Shego there. When they questioned her on that a man in a dark suit, who didn't need to be wearing sunglasses indoors, demanded to see ID. He sent them to the east wing of the seventh floor. "Keep the ID out," he warned them.

The GJ agent on the seventh floor had his gun drawn, although the agent outside her door waved them in. They guessed agents watching a room two doors down guarded Dementor.

The number of flowers in the room stunned them. And Shego seemed remarkably cheerful as she lounged in green silk pajamas. "Come in!"

Ron felt like there weren't many flowers in his hand, but Shego seemed delighted, "I'll have a nurse get a vase. Love the shirt, Princess."

Kim smiled and nodded. "How are you doing?"

"Not bad. Won't be fighting you for awhile." Shego pointed to the plunging neckline of the pajamas, but only elastic bandages showed. "I'll be out in time to watch your graduation next month."

Kim reluctantly asked the obvious, "Won't you be in prison?"

Shego shot her an odd look, then laughed. "They won't be able to hold me," she boasted.

"Dementor did," Kim pointed out.

"Then how did you two get out?" Ron wondered.

Kim wished she'd bitten her tongue. "It… took… both of… us," she stammered as Shego winced in pain from laughing so hard her ribs hurt.

"A bet?" Shego suggested. "I make it to your graduation and you treat me to a chicken dinner?"

"No!" Kim hissed.

"You're a real prawn, you know that?"

"How am I a pawn?"

"She said prawn, KP."

"Well, what's a prawn?"

"A crustacean," he explained, "a shellfish-"

"I'm not shellfish!"

"If the half-shell fits, Princess. Hey, Stoppable, how do you know about prawns?"

"He cooks," Kim answered. "He's a great cook."

Shego smiled, "Modest, great sense of humor, and he cooks too? He's a keeper."

"He's mine."

"Very, very shellfish. Now, about that chicken dinner you owe me-"

"I don't like chicken," Kim insisted.

"Don't know if you don't try."

"What's going on?" Ron asked

"Just reminding Princess here that she owes me a chicken dinner."

Kim blushed, "And I'm telling her I don't like chicken."

"Sure you do, Kim, I see you eat it all the time."

"Ron! I-"

"Tell me, Ron, does she like dark meat or white?"

"Kim definitely prefers the breast." He wondered why Kim seemed so nervous.

"I'm not-" Kim sputtered.

"Hey, Stoppable," Shego interrupted, "want to have dinner with us?"

"Sure," he answered cheerfully, "I'll never turn down a free meal." At that point Kim hit him. "Hey! Why'd you do that?"

"For not turning down a free meal when she offered it to you," Kim snarled.

"Come on, Cupcake," Shego teased, "do you want Ron to eat dinner with us or not?"

"No! I mean, yes! Wait, I mean no… Darn it, you have me so confused I don't know what I'm saying."

"Well, if you don't want to dine out with me I suppose we could eat in, I seem to recall you're very fond of eating in."

Ron had never seen Kim turn such a bright crimson and wondered if he missed something in the conversation. "Look, if you don't want me with you and Shego, that's okay. Or, if you don't want to take her to dinner, I'll cook something for her - she saved our lives."

"You won't have dinner with her unless I'm there!" Kim insisted.

"Told you that would be fine with me, Princess."

"No! No Ron!" Kim told Shego, "I'll take you to dinner by- Darn! You have me so confused I don't know if I'm coming or going."

Shego grinned, "Coming, Kim, definitely coming."

Ron had thought Kim couldn't turn a brighter shade of red than she had managed a minute earlier. He realized he was wrong.

Kim calmed down, "How about, if you make it to graduation I'll consider it?"

"Consider it? Doesn't that just mean you'll tell me 'no' later? What a lobster."

"I'm not shellfish!"

Shego's lip trembled as she managed her own version of the puppy dog pout. "That's okay, it's not like I saved your life or anything."

"Kim," Ron whispered, "I'm ashamed of you."

"Fine," Kim snapped. "Shego, if you attend my graduation, legally, we'll have your chicken dinner. Are you happy?"

"Promise?"

"Promise."

The green woman lay back and smiled happily, "You've given me the will to live. And you'll relax and enjoy it?"

Kim almost found herself smiling, "I'll try." "There's no way she can be there legally."

"Can I come?" Ron asked. "I'm missing something," he thought as they both started laughing.