Excerpt from Jellybean's Notebook: Skylark
This is soooo embarrassing. (No, I'm not ga-ga over some guy-guy, though that's part of the story) You see, everyone around town seems to know about my family's ability with magic (no not the techno-magic that everyone uses but the script-your-own magic that only those from certain family lines have access to. It's like the difference between owning a diamond mine and buying a diamond in the store. Anyone, can buy a diamond (if you have the money) but very few families actually own a real mine.)
Anyway, my family "owns a mine" and since my family "owns a mine" I get requests for specialized spells. Well anyway, I got this request the other day for a 'love' spell. Love spells are easy—too easy. This explains why after I scripted the initial spell I filled the rest of the time that evening scripting spells for other people I'd like to see go goo-goo over each other. Anyway, it was just a whim and would have remained so if I had remembered to erase all those extra spells before executing the one 'requested' spell the next day...
Anyway, let's just say that is was real interesting to see my history teacher go all googly eyes over Bluesy's weekles. And before you get the wrong idea a 'weekle' is a small floating creature about the size of a guinea pig that Bluesy 'accessorizes' her outfits with. Anyway, I think the weekles that day were pink and, boy oh boy, was my face red.
—Jellybean Reds, age 17