"Hmm, have I met anyone who would like to be poisoned?" muses Bella.

Ethan points at Trouble behind Trouble's back.

Robin catches the gesture and laughs.

Trouble glances at Ethan.

Ethan looks terribly innocent.

"He pointed at you," Bella informs Trouble.

"I figured," says Trouble. "He's not wrong."

"I will think of you if I ever have spare poison lying around and no idea what to do with it."

"Awwww, I'm touched."

"Yes, you will surely cross my mind as I find a way to safely dispose of it."

He giggles. "Awwwwwwwww."

"You're twisted," says Ethan, borderline-affectionately.

"This is becoming clear."

"Isn't it?"

Trouble laughs and hugs him again. "And you made a friend," he says. "I'm so happy for you. We should all play strip poker or something."

"Count me in," says Robin.

"No. Thank you."

"I was actually kidding," says Trouble, "but now I'm not kidding anymore, bye, Bella!"

Ethan laughs.

Robin snorts. And follows the boys out of the gym.

"Hi. What's up?"

"Ethan made a friiiiiiend," he says, grinning. "It's adorable! He's nice to her for no reason! And she kicked my ass at poker."