Daughter of the Forbidden Temple

"Hey dad, can I sleep over at Shyla's
tomorrow?" "Go ask your mother, 
the Forbidden Temple." "Aw dad, 
you know mom never says anything. 
And her priestesses and goons keep 
everybody out - you have to bolt 
the cordon and sneak the gauntlet 
to get to the inner chamber, and 
then all you get's a feeling of deep 
weird peace - like you shouldn't 
be there."

"Well, technically daughter,
nobody should. Nonetheless, you
know - you must ask your mother this. 
I cannot say." "But she can't either!" 

"True," he looked reproachful, self-
and otherwise. "Perhaps it is time 
for you to make up whatever you 
want her to say and just say she 
said it." 

Her eyes got wide 

Holy shit 

"I REFUSE!" she demanded. "Well," 

said dad tenderly, "call Shyla and let 
her know, then."

She called Shyla. And let her know 
yes.