Disclaimer: "Waiter, there is too much pepper on my popricash. But I would be proud to partake of you pecan pie."

AN: Sorry I didn't update sooner but I had exams, x-mas shopping, and other things that kept me busy. Hopefully I'll catch up with the chapters soon. This chapter I found to be a bit more bitter-sweet than funny, but I like it just the same.

"Five, go-old rings,' Wanda sang the next morning as she hopped out of bed. She searched the bedside table for a box…nothing. "What? Where are they?" She crawled around the floor checking that they hadn't fallen from their perch. "Why, God?" she asked as she turned her face heavenward. "Never mind, I was mistaken." Five different colored tassels hung from the ceiling, each looped around a gold ring. After a bit of compromising each was freed from its place. A sixth tassel held a note, which she grabbed as well. "Another little poem…that's sweet," she cooed, and turned her attention towards the goods.

It didn't take Wanda long to realize that not only were the rings not made of gold, but they also had a curious look about hem as a strange script wrapped around the outside. Reminded her of…that ring from the movie with the Hobbits… "Lord of the Rings," she judged, "Maybe it's a clue to his identity. Okay, Hobbits, who do I know that's like a hobbit?" Her brain took a quick inventory and came up empty. "Okay, what else…elves, elves were big. That furry blue elf- Nightcrawler!"

Sure, it seemed plausible. She knew from past encounters in battle that he was sensitive…possibly even a romantic. Yes, he did have a girlfriend but her mind told her that compared to this possible clue that was a minor detail. "So, it's off to the X-Mansion I go," she shrugged.

It felt as though she was kept waiting for ever in the foyer before the little boy, Jamie, informed her that Kurt was busy at the moment. "Busy with what," she scoffed. "It'll only be a minute. You don't even have to show me where he is, just give me very clear instructions."

"I can't. He already has company and they asked me to keep people from bugging them. Said something about how there's no privacy."

"Listen you little urchin," she growled, grabbing him by the shirt collar. "I'm a girl on the edge. Some silly boy has been leaving me gifts and doesn't have the common courtesy to leave a name. I refuse to be patient and wait so I'm using my gumshoe abilities to find out. Now, you either show me where he is or I'll tear this place apart looking."

Jamie pointed right. "They're downstairs in the rec room."

"Thank you. You'll be rewarded some day for this unless I can't find you or I forget." She rushed down the stairs so fast she nearly slid down the last couple steps of the way but quickly righted herself and regained her composure. It wouldn't do to look like a disaster.

Wanda walked into the room to find Kurt and Amanda sitting on the couch, their backs turned to the door. The sound of a throat being cleared caused them to jump out of their seats and turn to look at the door. "Wanda," Kurt exclaimed. "What are you doing here?"

"We need to talk." Wanda looked at Amanda and pointed towards the door. "If you don't mind."

"Kurt, what's this all about?"

"I have no idea, Amanda, I swear. But I think it's best if you leave for a while. Wanda's been known to be a bit…demonstrative with her anger."

"I'm not a psychopath if that's what you're thinking," Wanda reassured.

"Of course you're not," Amanda told her. "I'll see you later, Kurt."

"Bye." He waited a moment to make sure she was out of earshot. "Listen, Wanda, I appreciate you arranging that meeting with Agatha, I do, but that doesn't give you the right to barge in here."

"I didn't barge in, Jamie said I could come in here."

"I'll kill him."

"Don't, he's a good kid."

Kurt looked at her incredulously. "So, hwat's so important that Amanda can't hear."

"You should know," she threw a small gold object that hit him squarely in the chest.

"Ow!" He picked it up. "You came here to debate Lord of the Rings?"

"No! I came here to get you to confess you sent them!"

"Now I'm totally confused."

"I've been getting these goofy little presents every day. You've been sending them."

"No I haven't."

"Don't lie, Kurt. I'm much too smart for that."

"But, I'm not!"

"Then what's up with the little 'One Rings'? They were clues, right? So you wouldn't have to go through with the last seven gifts. Not that I blame you, twelve drummers drumming is no doubt expensive."

"Would you stop it? I have no interest in dating you!" He regretted these words as her look of triumph crumbled into a mass of embarrassment. "Wanda, I'm sorry."

"No, don't be. I understand why you don't like me. Why would anyone but Toad like me? There's obviously something wrong with me."

"There's nothing wrong with you. You're beautiful."

"You're just saying that so I won't break into tears."

"No, really, you are. And if I wasn't dating Amanda you'd be the first girl I'd call to accompany me to a school dance."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Oh, Kurt, that makes me feel so much better," she pulled him into a hug. "You're really soft, y'know that?"

"So I'm told. Are you sure it isn't Toad sending you the gifts?"

She let go. "Positive. He's just not that good of an actor."

"Well, before you go running after someone with what you think is evidence…let me know first so I can talk you out of it."

"You wish, Fuzz Boy. Now that I've totally embarrassed myself I think I'm gonna go home."

"Sounds like a good idea."

"Okay then," she headed for the door. "Did you really mean that about taking me to the dance?"

"Yeah."

"Okay, because I'll hold you to it," she smirked.

"Don't worry, no one in their right mind would break a promise to you."

"Got that right."