The Sentinels Into the light

She seemed pleased by his admitting continued distraction, and Dante felt similarly, despite knowing in a day or two he'd need to attempt to step it up.  "If I said I was sorry, I'd be lying," he responded to her relevation she'd cast a spell.  If this was some magic she'd put on him he'd gladly keep it as long as she'd give it.

"Good plan."  The meal would be a quick one anyway, and a walk by the beach was just as good as a picnic.  He poked it with a paw, wondering at the best way to divide.  Pick half and chomp? "Heads or tails?"