Bella would like to know in advance if Trouble is liable to appear with baked goods. So she sits with him at lunch.

"Hi, Bella!"

"Hi, Trouble! If it should happen that you come over for dinner tonight no one will make you eat your vegetables."

"Ooh, I'm sold," he says, grinning.

"Also Ethan and probably Robin will be over."

"How 'bout that. I'll make sure to bring enough cake for everybody."

"Mmm, cake."

"So much cake," he promises.

"Awesome. So how've you been?"

"I have been awesome! I'd tell you the details, but you don't want 'em."

"I will take your word on that."

He laughs. "Because you know me."

"I do."

"You do," he sighs, hugging himself contentedly.

"Why is that sighworthy?"

"I like that you know me," he says. "And, you know, aren't running for the hills."

"Well, I did suggest that maybe we shouldn't have you over to set off fireworks, but the hills seem uncalled for."

"I just didn't want to find out experimentally how you and firework safety mix. Especially when it's my mom setting out the rules."

"Mm, yeah," he says, conceding the point. "Me, rules, and explosives is a bad mix."

"See," Bella says, "I know you."

"Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww."