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"Magical influence. Cast a spell over. Bewitch."
Starbuck's eyes drank in the man he secretly loved.
"Okay." Boxey blinked, confused by all the information. "Thank you."
"You're welcome, Boxey." He turned away when Apollo looked up. "I have to go now, kiddo."
"Son?"
The little boy looked up. "Yes, dad?"
"What were you and Starbuck talking about?"
"Uncle Starbuck helped me with a project for Instructional Period."
"Oh." Apollo's eyes followed where his good friend had gone. "What was it about?"
"He gave me the definition of enchantment."
"Oh." Apollo blinked surprisedly as he remembered the look in Starbuck's eye.