No need

James considered her offer. They could go to a strip club. Even without his omnipotent powers, he probably would have a good time showing up with a girl looking like Alicia on his arm. One way to get a lady interested in you was to show up with a high-status lady already into you. But, its not like he was going to be able to fuck on the dance floor. Okay, he could probably fuck someone of the stage of a strip club with his powers, but... well, did he really want to fuck someone in front of the sweaty perverts at the Pussy Palace? Why go out for hamburger when you had steak at home? Alicia looked incredibly hot. Chances were, the girls at the strip club weren't going to be this hot.

"Actually, maybe we should stay in, Alicia," he said, shrugging his shoulders. She seemed to take it well.

"Are you sure? I'm dressed for a night on the town." She motioned vaguely at the dark red cocktail dress that she was in

"I mean, do you really want to make your debut on the wider world at a strip club?"

She seemed to weigh the two options in her head, "I mean, I don't know. It could be fun. I've heard from girlfriends that going to a club like that, as a woman, you get a lot of attention, and that sounds fun. But, I guess, maybe I'd prefer going out to like, a dance club or something? Turn some heads."

"Apropos of nothing, would you make me a sandwich?" He changed the subject.

"No, dude, I mean, I'm still me, I wouldn't make you a sandwich just because you asked me to. I don't make people sandwiches. I don't cook. I barely make sandwiches for myself; usually I just eat at the athletics center on campus."

Okay, okay, that made sense. Presenting Alicia with a hypothetical situation, she could answer truthfully. She did answer truthfully. But...

"Alicia, I'm really hungry, make me a roast beef sandwich. Roast beef and turkey if you got it. Actually scratch that. Your parents have the ingredients for a roast beef and turkey sandwich upstairs, and you will make me that sandwich," James said.

"Yeah, sure, I'll make you a sandwich," she shrugged and gave him a half-smile. Did she forget that she just said that she wouldn't make him a sandwich? She went into the kitchen and James followed her. Damn, she had a pair of legs. And amazing shoulders. Really, basically every part of her body invited him to stare more at her.

She whistled a little tuneless whistle as she got out the bread and the cold cuts. "Mustard? Mayo? Lettuce, tomato? Cheese? I mean, what kind of sandwich do you want?"

"Yes on everything, except tomato. I don't like tomatoes on sandwiches. Man, if I said no more tomatoes, I could like..."

"I'm sorry, what is a toe-MAY-toe? What is that?" She looked at him quizzically. He looked stricken, which caused her to burst out laughing. "Sorry, sorry, I was joking. We still have tomatoes in here," she said, gesturing to the vegetable crisper drawer.

"So, as long as I keep it hypothetical, I can probably avoid ruining the universe, I hope," James said, "This is actually really terrifying, like any little stray remark I say..."

She dropped the miracle whip jar, and let loose a blood-curdling scream. "Oh my god, you could end everything!" The blood had drained from her face. She curled up into a fetal position, her hands covering her face.

"Whoa, whoa, calm down, Alicia! Calm down! Everything's okay!" he said, reaching out to her from across the kitchen counter. She immediately relaxed, onto the floor, a lazy smile spread across her face.

"Whew, sorry," she grinned, as she stretched luxuriously. "I was really scared there for a minute, but now I feel fiiiiine. I owe you a sandwich." She lumbered up, or at least lumbered as much as she could in a leggy supermodel's body.

James said nothing as she continued to make him a sandwich. He was really going to have to keep his tongue in check.

She presented with a passable roast beef and turkey sandwich.

"Alicia, be honest with me. Would you sleep with me if I didn't use my powers on you?" James said, after taking the first bite of his sandwich. She looked back at him, eyebrows scrunched up in thought.