"Fine. I'll fix your friend Erwin's hair, to any style of your liking, but you have to think carefully first. I'm not redoing it if it goes wrong." Grim told them.
Billy and Erwin walked out of the room and into the kitchen downstairs to contemplate what he wanted done to his hair. Grim turned to Mandy as he closed the door.
"Now..." He said, turning to her. "We need to talk."
She glared at him for a moment, and then nodded her approval as the two sat down again.
"How long?" She demanded, in her old regular tone.
"How long what?" He asked, patiently. It was like old times...
"How long are you staying?"
"That depends. Who decides?" He asked, crossing his bony arms cockily. He had a plan, and somehow he could sense she had picked up on it, when she looked back at him.
"I have a little gamble for you." She said, standing up. He rose as well, and nodded a head to accept her challenge. "You've obviously got nothing to do lately, and since I am in dire need of minions we'll do this. You think of any number in the universe and I'll say what your thinking. If I do, you re-enter my service, and if I don't, you can take Billy and Erwin."
'How like her...' He thought, snickering. He thought of a number.
"Got it."
"Six." She said immediatly. He shook his head, and laughed forcedly. She had been wrong... Were old times gone for good?
"No. It was 14."
"14." She repeated immediatly. "I win."
He opened his mouth to protest, but she cleared her throat.
"I can prove it. Recount exactly what I said to you." She said, and he did. She interrupted him on the word 'Say', and he gasped. He had truly been tricked again...
A/N: Ok, that was short, and out of it. The trick she used is from a Star Trek novel, so I'm disclaiming it just to be sure. And... That's it. I got bored, and this needed an update, so I was like 'Why not?'. Here you go. Enjoy!