That depends on your definition of “threaten,” he smirked. I’m just telling you that if you take my ice cream again, I won’t be responsible for whatever hair color you wake up with the next morning.
“Oh, oh, now you are being cute, this is not fair, Mer~lin.” She hid her face in her hands. “Don’t be — don’t — I won’t.”
Merlin stared at her in confusion. Don’t what? I’m not trying to be cute. I’m being serious.
“I said okay! It’s just ice cream, they make more.”
Yes, but not around here, not for another 1200 years. I can only get this when I go to another time and someone else gets it for me since I don’t have any of their money.
“I hate it when you make sense. Will you just let it go?”
Only if you promise that you’ll ask next time.
“I said that already!”