The Quest for the Add in the Paper

[Iƪƪia]

The corners of Illia's mouth twitched as she imagined herself opening chest after chest of priceless jewelry glistening like so many brightly colored stars; Gazing at diamonds, emeralds and sapphires larger than her head; seeing herself clad head-to-toe in such beautiful gemstones normally reserved for princesses. She forced herself to calm down and when she spoke again, she was entirely composed.

"Oh, I could never ask that of you!" She assured him, "I value your company. I could care less about a few shiny rocks."

She turned to look at the door, wondering when the journalist would come back. She slowly walked toward the door and placed one hand on the handle.

"Well, we'd best be off, right?" She couldn't help but take a backward glance at Z as she muttered, "Emeralds are my favorite."

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The dragon, still grinning, slid out the door and ahead of Illia.

"I'll remember that."

He looked around. The writer was obviously off somewhere, getting Illia's add published. He'd probably forget about them once he did it anyways. Best not to stick around in this little caffeine crazed universe too long. It was starting to get to him.

Now he knew why journalists were so messed up...

"I think you're right. We should be getting back to our classes now. I have science next, and I don't want to miss the experiment."

He was fine with sipping class, but to skip science and all that crazy blowing up stuff? Not a chance. He'd be early if just to get dibs on the best unstable chemicals, and that was saying something for him!

"Maybe we can meet up after school?" He added. "I heard there's a town south of here. It might have a few nice stores to case..."