Angie traipsed downstairs, sluiced her mug, then went to put the kettle on, all the while ignoring the black-skinned demon squatting on the sofa.
She preferred to sit in the chair anyway.
"You made me." Its perennial complaint.
Black demon, black tea. She dropped a tea bag into the mug from a height. Missed. Grabbed a handful more from the box and scattered them, in the hope one might land in the right place. That first time, she'd thought the milk had just turned. Coming in through the door with a new carton, she'd realised her mistake, feeling it turn to yoghurt in her hands.
Back then she'd still noticed the smell.
"You were supposed to be beautiful," she said, making this the 231st day in succession on which she'd broken her vow.
The sofa creaked as the demon raised its melon-shaped head. One of those honeydew melons--the oval ones.
"I am beautiful."
Angie laughed. "In your dreams."
She could only blame herself. Sure, it was the demon that curdled the milk, but the clumsiness was her own. She had meant to sprinkle the potion on the spaghetti sauce jar, to bring to life her own beautiful Paul Newman. But a sneeze took her at that instant, and instead she splashed it onto the devil's food cake--
A shadow fell across the kitchen. She sighed and looked up through the skylight.
"HO, HO, HO!!"
-- and a small can of Niblets.
Opening: BuffySquirrel.....Continuation: Anon.