I love it."They ate and sipped the wine, chatting, until Sandy took matters in hand, recalling their rather tense conversation some days before. "So, ...ow are things in Geneva? You getting everything you want?"Helen looked up at him, recalling her words.She dropped her eyes, gazing very deeply into her glass. Then she looked back at Sandy. "You mean, did I get laid?" her voice flat and sad. "Actually, I haven't been to Geneva since we... since..." She shuddered, "I shouldn't have said what I. If you get in any trouble again, your probation will be revoked and you will serve the full prison time allowed by law. Don't disappoint me, young man. I hereby sentence you to time served plus three hundred hours of community service. Because of your skills and interests, you are to perform your service as a cook at the South Street Community Kitchen. If you do well, you will be an asset to the community. Young man, you may even enjoy your community service."I thought to myself, "How the hell. Distance that had not been there before. Wearranged to meet up a few days later. A date she missed. Two weeks later she rang again, seeming more... away, than before. Wemet up that night and caught up to date. She was gruffer and withdrawn.Talking was more one sided... I had to carry it. Most unusual. We bounced calls back and forth over the next few months. Each oneseeming harder and more talk than listen. She came into the bar I was working in just before closing one night.Took one look at. Quinn had even taught the local bards a song to play every time he walked into the local tavern:"Come on out,come on in,you've not seen nothing like the Mighty Quinn.Come on out,Come on in.When Quinn the Atlantean gets here,Everybody's going to jump for joy."Predictably, when Quinn the basically easy going wizard got there, everyone jumped for joy. When it was that easy to keep an easy going wizard easy going, you didn't cut corners.As Wizards went, Quinn was all right. He kept the barbarians.