"I did not poison you! Why would I poison you? I like you," says Trouble.

"You know, I would be surprised but not floored if you considered mild poisoning a sign of affection? You're kind of weird."

"Only to somebody who liked it," laughs Trouble.

"That person is not me," says Robin. "In case you were wondering."

"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.