"Especially since it comes with dessert and I get to have some."

"Cheesecake!" suggests Andi.

"Cheesecake," he agrees.

"Oreo cheesecake?"

"Your wish is my command," he says, eyes sparkling.

"Pfff."

His grin fades to a sappy little smile.

"Got it in one."

"And Andi can't know this because it involves knowing a relatively innocuous fact about your family other than 'he probably isn't the result of parthenogenesis'."

"That's about the size of it," says Trouble.

"Do you know anything about the organization that I might not?"

He shrugs. "Nope. Why, do you want me to?"

"I want to figure out what's going on without touching it. I don't really fancy you touching it either, though."

"Hey, if somebody's gonna be touching something nasty, I've got the practice."

"That's kind of a grotesque thing to say."

"Yep."

"Well, I don't imagine I have any particular sway over you, and if you do decide to go poke it with a stick, and your personality survives the experience, I would be a willing audience for anything you learned."

"You got it," says Trouble. "If I go poking, I'll tell you what squeaks."

"Thanks."

"Who else am I gonna tell, right?"

"You could conceivably not feel interested in telling anyone."

He shrugs. "Yeah. But I wanna tell you."