Thirty-four – Meanwhile…Warren Is Sorry
"LED ME GO DOSENBURG!!" Warren yelled, trying to shake his arms free of the vines that bound him. "OR DO AR DED!"
"Y'know…you kinda sound like Mr Snuffleupagus with a head cold." Willow observed, frowning. "It's really distracting."
She reached out and touched Warren's nose, instantly healing it.
"Yow! Oh! Hey, thanks!" He sniffed deeply. "That's better! Now…where…was…I?"
"Lame death-threats."
"HEY! I practiced really har…um…I mean release me Witch or-!"
Dark energy crackled around Willow.
"I'msorryIshotyourfriend!" Warren squeaked, terrified.
"Girlfriend."
"Okaaaay…b-but…um…she looks fine…now…?"
"She's chewing on a sock."
"Bwheeeeeeeee!" Tara squealed.
"And juggling squirrels."
"Bwheeeeeeeee!"
"Er…doesn't she usually…?"
"No."
"Oh."