How I snagged a Halloween date with a real demon:
Step 1: Mixed up a batch of spiked punch using a recipe I found in my grandmother’s non-magical cookbook. Well, most likely non-magical. How’s a girl to tell for sure?
Step 2: Watched my sister over-indulge on said punch and barf into our grandmother’s definitely magical cauldron.
Step 3: When the demon appears, ignore him. Or maybe mistake him for a guy who is very committed to his cosplay. And to his abdominal workouts.
Step 4: Wait for the kidnapping.
Step 5: Avoid the kitsune who shows up to try and save me, even if he is just as hot as the demon.
Step 6: See what kinds of sexy hijinks follow! And stop looking so worried, I’m sure the demon isn’t saying he actually devours humans. It was probably a euphemism. Or an exaggeration.
Wasn’t it?
