Finally they lay back, panting with exertion.
"Wow … that was…"
"I … yeah…"
"Er … Lina-chan…"
"...Hai?"
"Please don't kill me when you're sober again."
"I … I'm not drunk, Xellos."
"Huh?"
"I never was. I was just trying to get you in the sack."
"NANI?!!!"
"Yeah, I was surprised too."
"But … but … that doesn't make any sense."
"Why not?"
"Well, for one thing, it would be completely OOC for you to even consider that. You also have spent the entire time here beating me up -- not that I don't appreciate it, of course, but I could sense that it was real anger. Plus, those were real chocolate liquor balls, and even if they weren't there's no way that you could have gotten--"
Suddenly, a small freezing plastic container smacked into the center of Xellos' forehead.
"Oww…"
Lina picked it up. "What's this?"
"I -- I don't know. I don't think I've ever seen anything like this before."
"That's weird … look, it has writing on it! It says … 'Tim Hortons iced Cappuccino'."
"What do you think it means?"
Lina shrugged. "I dunno … maybe it's a sign from the gods."
"Shabranigdo, you mean?"
"Uhhh … yeah … sure…"
"But then what--"
"Xellos…"
"Hai?"
"Shut up."
What followed is not a part of this fic and involved few actual words that I feel comfortable repeating in a parody. However, it did not involve lemons in any way … unless you count figuratively speaking, of course.