A week had passed since Quest Con. Ian had just gotten home from school and was about to put his backpack down when his pet dragon, Blazey, greeted him.

"Hey girl." said Ian as he pet the dragon.

It was at that moment, he heard his brother in his room muttering out loud.

"Okay, so maybe that's when the skeletons attack. No, skeletons are too cliche. What about an orc? No, that might open up a whole other can of worms if I did that."

Out of curiosity, Ian decided to check up on his brother. The room was covered in sheets of crumbled up paper surrounding Barley, who was at his desk sketching something.

"Barley?" asked Ian.

Barley was startled.

"DON'T LOOK! IT'S NOT FINISHED!"

"What's not finished?" asked Ian.

"Oh. I was drawing a dungeon for a campaign." said Barley.

"Okay." said Ian, "You know I really enjoyed that last campaign we had with that mermaid. What was her name again?"

"Isla Swifttail?" said Barley.

"Yeah, that was it." said Ian, "Maybe she'd like to play."

Barley's eyes grew wide as he started stacking papers.

"I don't think that's a good idea."

"Why not?" asked Ian, "She seems to know the game pretty well and is nice enough."

It was at that moment a thought came to Ian's mind.

"Barley, do you LIKE Isla?"

"What?! No!" said Barley, "I mean, sure, I like her, but not in THAT way."

"Well it wouldn't hurt to call her."

Ian pulled out his cellphone. Barley gasped and grabbed it away from his brother.

"What were you thinking?!"

"Barley, it's just a phone call. Why are you so scared?" asked Ian.

"What?! I'm not scared; I'm never scared." said Barley.

"Then talk to Isla." said Ian.

Barley bit his lip. He reached into his pocket, pulled out the number, and dialed.

"Hello?" said Isla's voice on the phone.

"Hi, Isla? This is Barley."

"Barley Lightfoot? Oh hi!"

Barley started to sweat profusely as she spoke.

"Hi. Umm, my brother and I had a good time with you at Quest Con and I was wondering if you'd like to roleplay at our house on Saturday."

"I'd love to. Sure, I'm free on Saturday. Just text me the address and I'll be over."

"Great! See you then. Bye!"

Barley hung up the phone and sighed.

"What did I just do?" he asked.

"You just asked a girl if she'd like to hang out." said Ian.

"Oh boy." sighed Barley.

"I'll send her the address so she can find us." said Ian.