The Wizards Return: Alex vs. Alex Page #3

the back of the Jumbotron.

You being here is just a bonus.

Look, you seem really nice,

but I have a boyfriend.

And to be honest I don't think I'd

be really good company right now.

Unless you're a fan of big,

sloppy emotional meltdowns.

You know, I was just saying this morning,

I haven't seen a big, sloppy

emotional meltdown in a while.

Let's see what you got.

Ah, a smile.

Have you ever considered

joining The Wizard Council?

The Wizard Council?

Isn't that for old geezers who wear robes

because they're tired of shopping?

I just believe you have the

potential to be the most,

powerful wizard of your generation.

Trust me. You have no idea

what you're truly capable of.

Well, if you ask my family,

I'm not capable of anything

except refusing to grow up.

They're mortals. They can't

understand wizards with your power.

Besides, if their opinions

really bothers you,

you're powerful enough to create your own

spell to smooth out your little edges.

Why are you telling me this?

Because where everyone else

sees trouble, I see magic.

And beauty.

Ok, now you're just flirting.

Yeah, a little bit.

- Here. It's a small gift.

- Oh, no. I can't take that.

It's simply a friendship bracelet.

Everything ok up here?

Oh, yeah. Mason, sorry. I just had

to get away from home, you know.

And I just came to check on her.

I apologize if I've overstepped.

You have, mate, and I'm here now.

Werewolf.

- Good-bye, Alex.

- Bye.

Werewolf.

I do not like that guy.

Anything I should be worried about?

Not a thing.

Good. Well, I've got a

surprise to cheer you up.

I thought we would have a little picnic.

Don't say Italian, because I've

had enough of that, today.

No. I was thinking

something sophisticated...

- Poached salmon.

- Oh, Mason...

That's so sweet.

But can I make a little tweak?

Of course, darling.

Check it out, finger food feast.

I call the wing.

No, Alex! Alex, you know

this food is bad for you.

Besides, I cooked that salmon,

two hours over a hot poacher.

Why? You know it only takes

me like two seconds.

I see. So, this is how it's

going to be from now on.

- What?

- Just you, me and your wand.

Just using your magic selfishly

no matter who it hurts.

Mason, where are you going?

I did all this for us.

So did I.

So you turned Mason's classy picnic

into a county fair fry-fest?

Well, everybody knows that

my favorite food comes in

cardboard containers with

some kind of dipping sauce.

Ewe.

Oh, hi, Alex. Can you tell me

what's wrong with this picture?

Everything you're wearing

is from the nineties.

Oh, but if you guys wear

it, it's "vintage".

Have you figured out how to

get rid of this thing yet?

Uh, no. I've been a little busy.

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