Badou re-closed the glitter pot, and it disappeared into his pocket for now. The brownie, on the other hand, disappeared into his mouth. He was taking Heine's approval in stride. Maybe he'd ask him to be the best man at the wedding.

"You know, I'm startin' to think it's some kind of pheromone." He replied around mouthfuls of Heine's brownie. "It happens a lot. I mean, when it's not people who want to kill me for no good reason."

He wasn't gonna listen anyway. Badou was glad for that, but thought about arguing anyway, just to salvage a little of his pride. Then Heine had to go and open his mouth too. "Hey, don't gang up on me! That's not how friendship works."