Page 103 of Demons Dig Donuts

“Let’s hurry back then, hmm?” Mr. Heiss offered out his arm.

Indy took it. “Let’s.”

The room poofed away in a blink, and they were standing in the living room of Mr. Heiss’s home.

The fake one.

The fake one that wasn’t the real one Indy and Mr. Heiss had gotten freaky in.

But also fake?

Since this room was also part of some other dimension and not an actual house.

Whatever.

It was where Gammy was, who was rising off the couch in an absolute flurry of wispy flailing that created a whirlwind when she bolted toward him. “Indigo Glenn Summers!” she roared. “Where in the world have you been? It’s been hours and not a word! It’s dark outside, young man! And I have been worried sick!”

Indy held out his hands to soothe her. “Hey, hey! I’m okay!” He smiled, glancing back at Mr. Heiss standing behind him. “Mr. Heiss has been taking care of me. I’m good.”

“What were you doing? Necking?”

“What? Ew, no.”

Gammy gasped loudly. “Is that a hickey?”

“What?” Indy slapped a hand to his neck. “Wait! No? Maybe.”

“Aha! So, you were off somewhere neckin’!” Gammy pointed accusingly.

“Huh? So do I have a hickey or not?”

“No, but you sure thought there was a chance you might.” Gammy’s grin was absolutely gleeful.

“Shit.”

Mr. Heiss narrowed his eyes. “Indy is an adult and capable of making his own decisions—”

“And you’re a demon with powers to influence those decisions, and oh, by the way—” Gammy’s smile turned to a sneer as she glared at Mr. Heiss. “—you’ve been keeping him prisoner here!”

“Oh, I didn’t need powers for this.” Mr. Heiss looked absolutely smug. “As for being a prisoner, well, that’s for his own safety. You, madam, are already dead.”

“Still got plenty of spunk to whoop your butt—”

“Don’t say it like that.” Indy shuddered. “And seriously, it’s fine. It’s not a big deal. Just letting some steam off after fighting a monster army or whatever—”

“What?” Gammy shrieked. “An army?”

“Okay! Yes, and we will absolutely talk about that, but first.” Indy clapped his hands. “What’s for dinner? As the one person here who actually needs to eat every day, being human and all, I’m thinking I should choose.”

“Dear God,” Gammy groaned.

“What would you like?” Mr. Heiss asked.

“I have the craziest craving for Wendy’s, but you know? To celebrate another day of not dying, I want filet mignon, tres leches, palak paneer, some samosas, pad Thai, and oh! A garden salad. Ranch dressing, but it better be fat free.”

Mr. Heiss stared. “And you want all of that… at the same time?”

“I’ll share if you’re nice.”