“Irish charm?” Carlos asked with a smile. “Or maybe another sort of charm? How’s your wand-work with illegal spells? I’m kidding, I’m kidding. Heh.”
“Heh, I’m not so big on usin’ those kinds’a charms on folks, but who knows? Maybe I added a little somethin’ to that potion I have ya.” He joked, shooting a wink at Carlos so he’d know he was joking.
Carlos just laughed. This was the most fun he’d ever had with a near-stranger already, and their trip was just starting.
“You know, not everyone I meet is as god a sport as you with jokes.”
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