I just sent this out to have bronzed and would you mind a nice contract I happen to have sitting here beside me?

*signs contract accordingly* Heavens above know that I don't offer to write a pairing that *drives me up the wall* without being pretty damn certain.

*smiles sunnily* Okay. And if I get it--hmm--I'll write you one fanfic of your choice. Within certain limits. I get three vetos.

*nods* Fair enough. See, this is the good type of wagering. Really, everyone wins. (Okay, well, not really, but I've got a damn good chance! *g*)

Because I suddenly see you rubbing your hands and cackling and that worries me.

HA! You know me so damn well! Trust me, as I read your offer, I was sniggering to myself and doing the mental equivalent of rubbing my hands together.