Page 150 of Demons Dig Donuts

“What? No. Yes. But he’s not my beau.” Indy grabbed the pot and stood, groaning lightly. “He’s just, you know, this… demon… guy.”

“Uh-huh.”

“So, did yis have the ride? I bet yeh did!” King’s disembodied voice called out.

“Where the hell…?” Indy looked around. “I can hear you, but I can’t see you.”

“In the freezer!”

“In the… Oh my God.” Indy opened the freezer.

King was indeed sitting there on top of old frozen waffles with two pizzas on top of his crown. “Hi!”

“What are you doing in here?” Indy chuckled as he picked him up. “Needed time to cool off?”

“Y’know, that’s exactly what the fuck face arsehole said to me!” King cackled. “Are you a psychic too?”

“Nope. Just gorgeous.” Indy set King on the counter between the maze of bowls and pots. “You okay after being locked up in there? Didn’t turn you into a skull-sicle?”

King scowled. “That’s not a real word.”

“Right.” Indy sighed. “Don’t suppose you came up with anything useful to share while you were freezing your bones off? Like where to find the drugs? The bad people making the drugs? Mr. Mitternacht?”

“You’re makin’ up a veritable dictionary of words, and I don’t like any of them.”

“Okie dokie then.”

“Oh!” King gasped. “Wait, I have one.”

“What is it?”

“Knock, knock, knock.”

Indy blinked. “What? Is that a knock-knock joke? Because that’s supposed to just be two.”

“How the fuck should I know?” King blinked right back. “But it’s important. It is very important. The voices said so. There you go. Enjoy. On the house.”

“Thank you.” Indy smiled at Gammy and tried not to grit his teeth too tightly. “Anyway. So. Where were we?”

Gammy smirked, stirring some herbs into a pan on the stove. “Ah, talking about your beau.”

“No, let’s not.” Indy’s face pinked up, and he cleared his throat. “What I actually wanted to talk about was you.”

“Me?” Gammy blinked. “What is it, sweetie cakes?”

“About the memory you gave away.” Indy fiddled with one of his nails. “You really, uh, felt that way? About being forgotten?”

Gammy’s smile was somber as she reached out to touch Indy’s hand. “Oh, it’s fine. You don’t need to worry about that now.”

“Well, I am gonna worry about that because uh, duh, I love you, and you never told me.”

“There was no need.” Gammy’s eyes twinkled. “Don’t you get it? I never had to worry about any of that ever again once you found me. Yes, you were doing that whole demon thing for your, ahem, problem—”

“Yeah, which is still a problem.”

“One we are going to fix! I promise!” Gammy patted his hand. “But listen, hmm? You could have left me in that stupid ol’ shed after you got what you needed, but you decided to bring me home and give me the family I’d always wanted. Someone who listens, who loves me as I am, purple hair and all.” She smiled warmly. “A beautiful grandson who is kind and sweet and—”

“Dyin’!” King declared.