What's done is done

"But, the truth is, I like you, John," Danielle said. "Maybe even more than that... And even if you remember who I used to be, like I remember who you used to be before you became Anya, I don't know if I want to go back to that."

"So, you want to stay like this?" You say, gesturing with a hand at her from your forward leaning position, letting your sore boobs hang straight down.

"I think so. The alternative would be to trust you to turn me back into something else again... Which could be fun, but I think I'd like to have some choice in the matter. Speaking of which," she said as she held out a hand. "Hand over that hundred in your pocket and I'll make life a little easier on you until we get back home."

You give her a long look from below before you arch your back into an upright position. "No tricks?"

"you got like a hundred dollars left before you forget anything," Danielle said with a smile.

"Zat is not a no, but I'd rather not meet my father like this," you say and roll your eyes, putting your hand in your pocket to find the chip.