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Page one: Ayda displays a scroll, saying, "This is a contract. It's very simple." Fig cuts in, "Is this about the library card, 'cause I took it out in a different name?" "No, no, no," Ayda says, and goes on to overexplain the terms in the background. "Okay, yeah," Fig says. "Great, so no inferences. That's the clause. If you would please sign there?" Fig signs her name.

Page two: The scroll snaps up and combusts in Ayda's hands. "Very well. Some actionable information." Pausing to blush, Ayda continues, "At any waking moment, outside of combat, that you and I have been together, if you had tried to… kiss me on the mouth- It would have been… received favorably." Fig turns bright red.

Page three: Fig spins around to rummage in her jacket. Ayda says, "Bear in mind, you are under contract. You're not allowed to make any inferences or assumptions about how I feel or anything else. You've signed that. That's magical law. So, there's that-" Fig holds up her own hastily scribbled contract that says, "If you make fun of me, I'll give you a wet willy." Ayda studies it. "Legally, this doesn't necessarily have the structure of a contract. It's more of just a threat." Fig takes Ayda by the chin and says, "Just so you know, I've never done this as myself before."

Page four: Fig kisses Ayda, whose flaming hair swells out, then skateboards away to hide behind a tree. Ayda looks around and goes, "Is it normal for people to run away after that?"

Page five: Fig slinks out, saying, "I'm really sorry. I'm so used to being other people and this is absolutely terrifying." Ayda says, "Can I get another shot at that? It was perfect. I think I can do better." Fig smirks. "Yeah, why don't you show me?"

Page six: They come together in another fiery kiss.