“You’re going in too?”
The wizard nodded. “They sent notice to me as soon as you arrived.” Tapping his legs, “Don’t move as fast as I used to.”
Nodding feebly, Wendell sat back down. “You look like me.”
Chuck choked on the smoke from his pipe and started coughing. “I what?” He gave Dax an odd look, “I don’t look that bad….do I?”
“You’re not blue, I mean,” Wendell clarified and then gave Dax a leery sideways glance, “…or green, like him.”
“Oh, yeah,” the wizard nodded. “Pinkie. That’s me.” He leaned in closer with a wink. “It’s because I prefer cheeseburgers, fries and a large chocolate malt to all their home grown fruit and fiber. Just cause I like eating blueberries doesn’t mean I want to grow up to be one, eh?”
Wendell laughed lightly, surprised he had it in him. He was warming under the torchlight and enjoyed the distraction.
--from Prelude to a Hero, Chapter 9: COMMITTED
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