Oh, just wait.

D put her hands on her head. "Oh, fuck me, I'm gonna fall in love with you, dude!"

Brad grinned. "Aw, cheer up, pal. There are worse-looking guys."

She looked at him sympathetically. "Oh, that's not it. My script has my, like, buddy love maxed out for you. It's... comradely! I like have mega comradely love for you but zero romantic interest."

"Not seeing the problem," Brad said with a shrug.

"It's cumulative, dumbass!" D tapped his forehead playfully. "That's a good example! When I'm in love with you, I'll cringe at the thought of calling you a dumbass. Orthogonal patterns of affection and attachment!"

"Oh, are we at this point with the edible?" Brad chuckled. He considered flashing her the edible script again.

"Look, the affection isn't just additive, it's multiplicative. I don't think I'm feeling it yet, but I might get, uh, what's the word..."

His eyes. A warm spark inside her. She smiled softly and carressed his cheek. "Oh, boy," she said. "Intense. That's the word!"

She looked at Brad and squinted a little. He was looking at her! "Mmm," she purred. "Dude, it feels so fucking good."

"That's great," Brad stammered. "I'm, uh, glad."

D grinned. "Ooh, can I get a few last insults out?" she asked eagerly.

"Wait, so in a minute you won't be able to insult me?" Brad asked.

"I told you," D said with a hazy smile. "Once this shit really hits, that will feel so disrespectful that I'll have a panic attack just thinking about it. Dumbass."

"You already said that one. How long is this gonna last?"

"Could be decades," D said, her eyes resting on his face with a burning curiosity.

"Decades?" he cried. His voice, his voice, what was in his voice?

"Depends on when you put your fingers on me and say the magic word," D said breathily, "Oh, Brad, I think the insult well has run dry. I- just, whenever I look at you, just, EEEEEEEEeeeh."

She ended her sentence with a squeal, overcome with joy at just seeing her lover. "Ok, this could get annoying, So to stop it I just put two fingers on your forehead and say JA'AL?"

"Correct," D said. Brad saw tears on her cheeks. "I... oh, Brad, I've never felt so good in all my life! Please, if it's ok, can we ride this out a little more? It- fuck!"

Mid sentence, her nostrils flared and she leapt onto Brad.