You turn to Rocky.  "So what's this magical substance that causes women to follow you around helplessly?" 

"Women -- and men."  He takes a golden-plated box out of his pocket and opens it.  A brownish rock rests inside.  "I call it 'cha-ko-lott.'  Try some." 

You try some.  "Well, it's nice," you say, "but I don't think it'll cause people to follow you around like they've got nothing better to do than eat it.  That's something of an exaggeration, wouldn't you say?" 

You look at him for a long moment.  He looks back at you. He starts walking down the hill.  You stride alongside him.  You look at him.  He looks at you. 

"You want some more, don't you?"  he asks. 

You hold out your hand. "If you don't mind." 

You eat the rest of the chocolate, and continue walking down the hill.  You spot the rest stop and veer toward it. 

"You know," you say, "this saga has everything -- knights, wizards, dragons, ghosts, elves, even gratuitous and sophmoric allusions to Lord of the Rings and Harry Potter.  But one thing it lacked, and that is a romantic interest." 

Rocky is silent for a moment, then says, "Well, perhaps it's time I shared my feelings toward you -- " 

"I really have to go," you say. 

"Well," Rocky says in a huff.  "This is abrupt!" 

You gesture to the rest stop. 

"Ohhhhhh!" Rocky nods slowly.  "You meant, go there." 

You reach the rest stop restroom building.  You head toward the door marked: 
 
 
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