"Oh, Jesus, no, not the damn aliens," Cassidy returned the laugh with a morbid glee, and moved pipe and lighter into one hand so he could bend down for his glass of whiskey. He drank while considering Matthew's counter-offer.

"Mm. Yes. Good one." Although Ripley had been his first thought, he had to concede that inviting even the concept of those aliens into reality wasn't the best idea. Who else could he conjure up?

"Ooh. No. I've got me choice. Barbarella. Gorgeous, sexually insatiable, hero of the galaxy. There's a get for the fairies." He lifted his glass toward the ceiling. "Hear that? Request made."