Author's Notes: First of all, I send a lot of love out to those who have read and reviewed my other works. It's people like that who inspire creativity.

Second, this little work is a sequel to "A New Dimension". It's not necessary to read that story first, but bits of this one will make a little more sense if you do.

…and to those inclined to comment on this one, I think the ending feels a little rushed. Ideas…?

Now, on with the show.

DISCLAIMER: Fanfics are like LEGOs, y'know? Even when you build something out of them and say "I made this", you know that you didn't make the blocks. In plain English, I'm saying that this is my story, but not my characters, settings, etc. That's all Disney/SIP stuff.

"Rain, Math, and a Bed for Two"

There are a lot of things you can't honestly say. The Earth is flat, alcohol raises intelligence, banana-yellow shoes are a good idea... many things just plain aren't true. One of the statements that has a very well-deserved place on that list would be that Irma Lair, Guardian of the Veil and mistress of water, was good at playing Minesweeper.

"Aww, hell" she said as her little smiley face died for what seemed like the millionth time that afternoon. "Why can't I figure this out?" She clicked on the face again, and this time lasted a full five minutes. She was preparing to attempt to wash all the mines out of the game when her mom stepped into the room.

"Will is on the phone, hon." She said.

"Thanks, mom." She stood to take it and leaned against a wall. "Squeeky's pizza. Pick-up or delivery?"

"Hey." If anyone expected Will to be confused by the odd response, they would have been disappointed. "I want a large sausage and peppers with some help me this math homework is killing me. For delivery to my place."

Irma made a face. "You'd invite me over and then inflict math on me? I thought we were friends!"

"Come on... I helped you with history last week."

"But I made it worth your while, didn't I?" Never mind that she had enjoyed every moment of it herself...

"That's okay." Will's voice suddenly sounded playful. "I can make this worth yours too." Then she added, a bit lower in tone, "if you know what I mean."

Irma imitated the mannerism. "And what do you mean?"

"Remember the cookies?"

"I'm officially on it. Thirty minutes or less."