No, pink was certainly not a flattering color in Fisher. But he wasn't going for flattering at the moment, he was going for silly. And it had worked.

Fisher eyed Ita up and down, trying to decipher her attire. She did kind of look like the art students he'd gone to college with. "Okay," he admitted, "Bohemian, then. But I'll bet you any amount of money the guys you used to date were all nicely dressed, All American boys. You know, guys in Chinos and zip-up sweaters and pre-faded jeans." He gave her the fishy eye, as though daring her to deny his accusations.

Taking the package of cookies, Fisher inspected them, as though he would somehow be able to see the magic inside them. They looked pretty ordinary, though. Just regular chocolate chip. He chuckled a bit when Ita proudly exclaimed she'd provided the water for them. "Kinda brings a whole new meaning to putting your blood, sweat and tears into them," he mused. Taking a tentative bite, not sure what to expect, he found the flavor was surprising. At first he wondered if maybe he really could taste the magic, but then realized the explaination was far simpler. "Cinnamon," he said, impressed. He chewed carefully. "Tasty," he told her, then popped the rest of the cookie in his mouth. Since he didn't feel some instantaneous reaction to it, he figured they weren't dangerous.

"Okay," he said, finishing his first "medication", "let's get going. We're burning daylight, and I could use all the tan I could get." Of course, long sleeves and pants were not condusive to tanning, but that didn't matter.