If he’s the garish peacock strutting in jester’s garb, then I’m the dull hen in alchemist robes.

“You think so, Author?” asks her muse.

“My medium, paradox. My canvas, the multiverse!”

“You’re most unusual doctors!”

“Climb aboard, lovely! We’ve got far to go!”

“We’ll make it work, Love.”

“It puts Machu Picchu to shame...”

“May your passcode be true.”

“But I wished you free...”