So I've heard. [But the mistletoe does go away eventually. Maybe if they wait long enough, it would release them. Hours, days...] Does it matter now? I don't remember, neither do you, so for all intents and purposes...we haven't met. There's no sense wondering.

[He took the book and fingered through it, his attention seemingly completely diverted away from Youth and their close proximity. "We must advertise Wilbur's noble qualities, not his tastiness," read one line on the first page of Bell's copy, obviously from the middle of the book. ...Hm. Well, this wasn't the book from his dream, that was for sure. But it would work to help him ignore Youth until the mistletoe's power gave out.]