Page 140 of Demons Dig Donuts

CHAPTER

EIGHTEEN

Ashower would have to wait, given the urgent beeping of the smoke alarm, but Mr. Heiss did his best to get them both cleaned up and presentable as quickly as possible. He dressed Indy in a black silk camisole with lace trim and matching shorts, and there was a pair of warm, fuzzy slippers.

Hot pink, of course.

Mr. Heiss chose another suit, and this one was a three-piece in a dark shade of purple with faint gray pinstriping. Obviously, he looked delicious, and Indy wanted nothing more than to rip it right off him.

Later.

First, they had to figure out what was burning.

Then Indy had to get Gammy alone to tell her what was going on with his cancer and hope she could whip up a new potion or something to help him..

Oh, and he also had to continue to keep lying and hiding said cancer from Mr. Heiss and hope he was going to forget all about it and not bring up Indy’s deal ever again because there was no way Indy could tell him the truth, since obviously it was impossible for Mr. Heiss to ever truly care about him.

Good thing Indy didn’t have work anytime soon because his schedule was packed.

Indy’s stomach knotted up as they followed the sound of the alarm into the kitchen, but he ignored it to focus on the potential housefire. He only made it a few steps in before he was coughing and hacking because the smoke was so thick and noxious. “Gammy! What the hell?”

“A small error in my calculations!” Gammy declared. “Don’t worry! I have it under control!”

“Really? Because it doesn’t look like it. Or smell like it!”

The kitchen was hardly a place for preparing food now, as it appeared more suited for Gammy to create a new kind of magical drug all her own.

She had managed to pull out every pot, pan, and bowl, judging by the empty cabinets, and every single one was filled with some sort of weird bubbling concoction, even without any clear presence of heat. There were plants and crystals on every conceivable surface, and some of the pills Mr. Heiss had given her to test were scattered across the floor. A few pills were crushed up in a butter dish, and the rest were likely somewhere in the many boiling brews.

The smoke that filled the room and had set off the alarm was thick and sickly sweet, and it was coming from whatever giant pot Gammy was tending to on the stove.

“You know,” Indy said as he approached her, fanning the air and coughing, “I’d always wondered what a magical meth lab would look like. Now I know. Thanks, Gammy!”

“Oh, shush!” Gammy cackled as she stirred the big pot, appearing as translucent as the smoke billowing around her. “I had a tiny little accident, but it’s fine!”

“You do hear the alarm, right? That sort of makes it sound like it’s not so very fine.”

Mr. Heiss sighed as he entered, looking around with a scowl. “I see you helped yourself to my supplies again…”

“Yes, to help you,” Gammy was quick to remind him.

Mr. Heiss simply sighed and snapped his fingers.

The smoke cleared out in a blink, though the rest of the mess remained.

“You should be nice to me!” Gammy wagged a finger at Mr. Heiss.

Mr. Heiss stared. “For almost burning my house down?”

“Yes, because it was for a great cause!” Gammy beamed with pride. “I have the answers you seek!”

“And you had to almost burn down my house…”

“Isn’t this a magical dimension house anyway?” Indy pointed out with a snort, leaning over to investigate the pot Gammy was still stirring. “Can it really burn down?”

“That’s not the point.”

“Literally the point. Anyway!” Indy clicked his tongue and gestured to the pot. “What are the magical answers? And do they involve making your own crack?”