Page 691 of End Game

He looks at Ronan.

Then Cami.

“I want to kiss my wife.”

I snort.

Ronan nods.

“Persuasion.”

Griffin stares at him. “We're married.”

“Not a modifier.”

Cami loses it.

I slap the table.

Griffin looks at Ronan for a long second.

Then rolls.

Natural twenty.

The table erupts.

“No fucking way,” Micah mutters.

Cami claps.

Griffin actually looks smug.

Ronan leans back.

“Critical success.”

Griffin points toward Cami. “Do I still need permission to kiss her?”

“Yes.”

Cami is already smiling. “Yes.”

Ronan nods. “You have one minute. And because it's a natural twenty, you may petition the DM for a reward.”

Griffin pauses.

We all wait.

He looks at Cami.

Then Ronan.

“I want to take her sweater off.”

I gape.

Cami's face turns slightly pink.