It was a weekday. Darrin was at work, and Sam was busy vacuuming the living room.
A young man suddenly appeared. He had a pageboy haircut and was dressed in Renaissance-style clothes.
She stared at him. "Ian?"
"Hi, Cuz!"
"You haven't come to get me soaking wet again, have you?" (Rain on Sam's Parade)
"Oh, know! As a matter of fact, I promised that I'd make up to you for doing that, and that's what I aim to do, now."
"I see."
"So, is there anything you'd like me to do for you?"
She thought about this for a moment. "No, not that I can think of."
"I've got an idea."
He twitched his nose. The living room became absolutely immaculate. It was as if a team of maids had gone through it.
She looked around. "Thank you, Ian!"
"And I've also done the rest of your house. Look around, if you want to."
"No, that's ok, I believe you. Well, I might as well put the vacuum away."
"No need."
He twitched again; the vacuum disappeared. She looked around for it, a bit.
"I put it in the closet," he said.
"Oh, ok. Thanks, Ian! Would you like something to eat, or drink?"
"That won't be necessary."
He twitched a third time. On the table in the kitchen appeared a few dishes and a carafe of wine.
She looked at at. "This is nice, Ian!"
"Let's eat!"
They sat at the table and ate their meal.
"This food is wonderful!"
"Thank, Cuz!"
"How are things with the Countess Julia?"
"Oh, I've given up on her."
"That's too bad."
"I'm involved with another girl, now-Catherine Greco."
"That's nice. You won't need me to lie in another of your potions, will you?" (The Cauldron)
"Oh, no, Sam! We are both deeply in love."
"Well, I'm glad to hear that!"
"As a matter of fact, we'll be getting married next month! And I'd like to invite you to the wedding."
"I'll make it a point to be there!"
They finished their meal. Ian twitched, and the table was cleared.
"Now, there's one more thing I'd like to do for you."
"Ian, you've done quite enough for me."
"I insist!"
"Well, ok."
"Sit on the couch."
She did this.
"Now, take your shoes off and stretch your legs on the couch."
"If you insist." She also did that.
He sat at her legs and began massaging her feet.
"That feels nice, Ian!"
"Thank you! Catherine especially loves when I do this for her."
"I can see why!"
"So, am I forgiven, Sam?"
"Yes, I forgive you, Ian."
"Completely?"
"Yes, completely."
"Thank you!" He got up. "Well, I must be going, now."
"Nice seeing you again. Send me an invite for your wedding."
"I will."
He hugged and kissed her. Then he disappeared.