[ WP ] The worst thing a wizard can do is sleep-talk .

`` Oh, wow, hey there...'' Cindy muttered. Her face was flush as she tossed and turned in her bed. 
 
 `` I'd like to erectous your petronous.'' 
 
 It was then in the bar below the inn's bedrooms, a rather embarrassing incident occurred. Most of the men prefer not to talk about it. Most blame the beautiful woman walking about, to which most would agree in secret, were none. And all have no idea, why, for no reason at all, the blood in their body decided to suddenly redirect itself. 
 
 A great deal of commotion erupted. Some threatened to fight, but when they stood, they realized they'd prefer to sit down. Others simply fell silent, while some kept drinking, pretending nothing was wrong at all. 
 
 Cindy, unknowing what was happening below, rolled out of her bed and fell onto the floor still fast asleep. 
 
 `` What'd you mean you do n't like blondes...?'' she grieved. 
 
 `` Well... let me tell you... Cupidous Presentous.'' 
 
 Again, the bar went into disorder. This is the part that none of the people there that night tell anyone. Not their wives, not their family. To the grave, they swore and none ever did they turn their backs on that oath. 
 
 For now, though their trousers lost their snugness, a new elation took hold. It was full of laughter, cheer, and love. For everyone had fallen in love with the nearest member, man or woman. They talked, laughed, joked and flirted. Some found kisses, others gave addresses for the Pony Express so distance would never break their bond. What troubles they had in their lives were suddenly dissolved into the image of the person in front of them. 
 
 Cindy coughed, having inhaled some dust from the floor and her dream wandered to its conclusion. 
 
 `` You're going? Hmph, you're not that good looking anyway,'' she grumbled. `` In fact, let me tell you. No one's going to hear that prudish voice of yours anymore! Silento Finaletous!'' 
 
 And then the bar went silent. The thoughts of love had vanished as quick as they had come. Men were cuddled into men, women cuddled into women, and the heterosexual pairs were surprised to see the individual in their arms was not the one they remembered being in a committed relationship with. 
 
 For the first time in a long time, Geordina's Inn and Bar closed its bar before midnight. The women and children of the town slept softly, surprised to awake in the morning without being woken up by a single drunk yelling in the streets. And Cindy, despite the bruise on her head tipped the inn an extra gold penny for being the quietest bar and inn she had ever stayed at.
