Barty snuck into the Rosier Mansion with a bag full of some snacks and some T-Shots he kept safe, so Evan didn't get caught with them. Evan and Barty's parents were out on a business meeting, so they had a good few weeks free of the pressure of their families' expectations.

"Come on treasure, you need to take your shot. You can't be late with this again." Baty gently held Evans head back, so he didn't have to look at the needle."

Evan groaned and hooked his arms under his own legs, "This still sucks." Evan shifted to move his binder a little.