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"Nine?" Siobhan sighed as she picked up the die. "That's no fun!"

"I mean, it could be worse. Sure, she's probably not going to be however the die would interpret more 'like you,' but she's also probably not going to swing the opposite direction. I mean, imagine if she became aggressively less like you. What would that even be? A nun from the 1400s?"

That had Siobhan chuckle as she handed the die back to me. "Fair point. Ooh...she could have turned into my mom...now that would have been scary."

"So I should look forward to meeting the parents now?"

"I don't know." The blue-haired vixen winked at me. "There's a chance it could be fun." At that, the elevator doors and Siobhan stepped towards the building exit, leaving me to collect my jaw off the floor and catch up. As we got into my car, I had the eerie sensation that someone was watching me. Turning around, I saw nobody in sight, but I did see the curtains move in what I thought might be Mrs. Chase's apartment.

The ride to the farmers' market was pretty uneventful. The typical conversations about family/school/work, etc. The die may have moved our apparent relationship up a couple paces but we had still only known each other for less than 24 hours. We also decided our course of action for our experiments. Based off what Siobhan knew about the Eye of Ceridwen, which was basically the totality of our joint knowledge on the subject, we decided on a minimalist approach. She had no idea if other people would beware of any changes the die made, and we didn't exactly want to cause a panic.

We found an open bench and began our people watching trying to find a suitable target. We were looking for people who were at the market alone, which turned out to be a difficult criteria to meet. However, right as we were about to give up and either lower our standards or go somewhere else, we heard the roar of an obnoxiously loud car pull up in the nearby parking lot.

"Fuck yes. I recognize that car. I went to school with her. She's the perfect target!" Siobhan was practically shaking in her seat.

"Darla was always such a prude in school. Thought her shit didn't stink. Her parents were loaded and she looked down on the rest of us. Okay, here's what I think you should do." Siobhan leaned in and began whispering in my ear. I'm proud to say that the sensation of her warm breath on my ear only distracted me to the point that I needed her to repeat it once. In fairness, she was nibbling my earlobe at the time.

"What if Darla wasn't such a stuck up prude?" I asked as I rolled the die between the two of us. I'm sure any onlookers were curious as to why two full-grown adults were staring at the bench between them, but neither of cared as we waited and watched it knock around until finally settling on...