After Asa finished telling her what had happened that night, Kristene was still confused. “I have no recollection of anything like that. And…since when did you get that popsicle?” As she was listening to the story, she didn’t notice when or how or from where Asa had gotten himself a popsicle. She didn’t even realize he was eating it the whole time.
“Want one?” he tossed one at her out of nowhere.
“Where–what? No.” She tossed it back at him, letting it hit him on the head.
“Ouch! How cruel. I was offering food.” He put the popsicle back into the icebox–which also appeared out of nowhere. Maybe he really meant it when he said his power worked on anything except himself. “Did Kyron ever explain what his profession is, or how he obtained power within one night?”
“I didn’t know it was overnight,” she said. “And no. He has this dark look when I tried to ask once.”
“He’s a wizard,” Asa said. “And you know what wizards do. He gave you potion after potion after potion from the first day, that’s probably why you forgot everything and your memory is distorted.”
“And how do you know this? How do I know I’m not being fooled this time too?”
“Oh, Kristene,” Asa exclaimed. “You really have forgotten everything. Look at me closely.” He approached her tank now, leaning forward until their foreheads were almost touching. “Do you not recognize me?”
She shook her head no.
“Curse that Kyron.”