Page 104 of Demons Dig Donuts

“As you wish.” Mr. Heiss bowed his head and vanished.

“So.” Gammy tapped her foot, materializing it specifically so the sound was audible. “A monster army? You and Mr. Heiss…?”

“What?” Indy scoffed. “It’s nothing!”

“Uh-huh. Then why are you blushing?”

“I am not. I’m flushed because I need to moisturize and I don’t have any foundation on.”

“Why are you smiling like that?”

“I can’t be happy to be alive? Did you know I was kidnapped? Again?”

Gammy pursed her lips. “All right, sit down. Tell me what happened.”

Indy joined Gammy over on the couch and gave her the condensed version of what happened at Chuck E. Cheese’s and the following battle. He did tell her about the kiss but left out the intimate details. He also didn’t include Luke eating someone whole because ew, he was going to be eating soon and didn’t want that mental image in his head any more than it already was.

“And now I’m here,” Indy concluded, kicking his feet up on the coffee table. “Hanging out with you while my benevolent demon trade gets me dinner.”

Gammy hummed thoughtfully. “So, now we have the Ides.”

“Mmhmm.”

“And the mostri.”

“Mmhmm.”

“And they both want the ring.”

“Which means me dead.”

“This is a sticky little mess, isn’t it?” Gammy frowned. “So, what do we do?”

Indy gestured vaguely and shrugged. “I keep playing booty call for Mr. Heiss until we figure out how to give Dill to him.”

Dill, naturally, appeared then to poke his head up from beside the couch with a low whine. “Dill? Go?”

“Sorry, babe.” Indy reached over to scratch the top of his head between his antlers. “You and your hottie are very cool, but so is having all my organs stay inside my body and getting back to my life. My job. My whatever. I don’t get involved in shit like this, okay? I just—”

Mr. Heiss reappeared then, balancing a giant stack of various to-go containers in one hand. “Your buffet has arrived. Shall we take it in the dining room?”

“You have a dining room?”

“Yes.”

“Okie dokie. I’m so hungry I’d eat it off your ass right now. Then again, I’d probably do that anyway.” Indy hopped up to his feet, taking Mr. Heiss’s arm. “Let’s go.”

“Oh, only the two of you dining together, hmm?” Gammy eyeballed them suspiciously.

“I don’t care if you want to—” Indy started.

Mr. Heiss cut in, “Yes.” His smile appeared strained. “How would you like to see the finale of Ruple? Would that be suitable entertainment for you?”

“It’s RuPaul. And what season?” Gammy demanded.

“Fifteen.”

“That hasn’t even aired yet—”