The two rung the bell outside the door and waited for it to be opened.
"Password?" asked Riccio, on the other side of the door.
"You know it's us," said Scipio, rolling his eyes. "The Thief Lord doesn't need to give his own password, does he?"
"No..." sighed Riccio as he opened the door.
"You're back!" said Hornet, coming to the door.
"Neither of you ate much," said Mosca, motioning to Scipio's clean and empty plate, and Acey's plate with a piece of cake still on it.
"I wasn't hungry," they said in unison, and exchanged a knowing look.
"Well, we saved it for you anywya," said Prosper with a shrug. "Even if Riccio wanted to eat all the cake..."
"Hey!" said Riccio, giving Prosper a look.
"Thanks," said Acey, looking from one to the other.
As they prepared for bed, Prosper and Riccio got Scipio alone.
"Where did you go?" demanded Riccio, looking up at Scipio.
"For a walk," said Scipio, looking from one boy to the other. "That's all."
"But where?" asked Prosper, a little more softly.
"Oh, I ended up outside that new dance club..." he said honestly, shrugging. "Why?"
"'Cause as soon as you left, so did Acey," said Riccio, getting to the point.
"Yeah, she found me standing there," he said casually.
"And then?" asked Riccio, becoming impatient.
"We danced," he said, shrugging again. "Is there something wrong with that?"
"No..." said Prosper. "We were just wondering."
"Okay, and now you know. I have to get going," he said simply, turning to the door.
"You know she likes you," said Prosper, just before Scipio could get through the door.
"Yeah, I know," he said with a smile before walking into the cool Autumn night.