Walden smirked at that. "Good," he said. "Weldon can order in food. Or Arielle can cook for him. Can she cook? I hope not." He paid for the gummies and then wrapped his arm around Rabastan again, handing them to him.
"Let's go home. The sooner we go home, the sooner you can make me pot roast." He looked down at the sweets in Rabastan's hand. "I don't really get sugar. I don't like those things. They're like eating a condom."
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