Bringing him closer Squidward simply gazed at him with wide curious eyes. "A truce? You're wanting a truce? You?" Squilliam nodded, placing his arms back down as he waits for Squidward's answer. "Will you accept my offer Squiddy?" In the meantime he's curiously studying the suction cup beside him. "So, what's the catch Squil?"

"Catch? Why, none what so ever Squiddy ole pal. Like I said before, you saved me and-"

"And? And what?" Squidward cut him off, the wealthy octopus then slowly stood himself up and leans against his large drooping nose. "Well. I've been thinking, just how are we gonna get you back to normal." Squilliam then pats his nose while Squidward's eyes narrow. "It's plainly obvious to me that you'll be stuck as a lumbering giant unless something's done." Relaxing his arm on his rival's nose now, Squilliam glanced up into Squidward's huge amber eyes while studying his reflection in them. "And considering you saved me earlier, I've decided that I'm going to help you get back to normal."

"And, just how are you going to do that? Squilliam?" The wealthy millionaire's attention now was on his rival's enormous palm, he looked to be deep in concentration as he didn't speak or reply to Squidward for few minutes. "Squilliam? The rich octopus kneels, running his tentacle over the deep crevices of lines running along the surface of his snarky rival's leathery skin. "What, may I ask are you doing?" Paying no attention to Squidward's slight twitchy movements, ignoring how these movements made his body sway when being brought closer towards the puzzled cashier. "Ah! Isn't this interesting!"

"Er...what's so fascinating about my dry, cracked palm?"

'Cracked is Right!' In comparison, his own palms were softer, cushy while Squidward's weren't. Sure, they weren't soft, but they weren't rough as say, sandpaper. Nothing a bit of lotion wouldn't fix. Their dilemma though, Squidward would need a great truck loads of lotion just to cover every square foot of his gargantuan sized palm. Being that he's very wealthy, perhaps he could arrange this, to pay his debt to the other. Not just for saving him, but also for kinda being the one responsible for the other's growth spurt. As of now, he figured he'd ignore this for the time being. At least his rival's palm wasn't sweaty. Facing him now, catching his wide amber eyes, Squilliam quizzically tilts his head. "Why, many things! Everyone's lines are unique. No one's ever has the same lines."

"Pft! Everyone Knows that! Must I ask, again, what you're Doing?"
"I'm *Reading* the lines on your Palm, Nitwit!"

"Reading my lines?" Squilliam nods. "How Exactly? Is my Palm, something like say... a Book? That you can Read?"

"In a way, yes. Your hands can tell you a great deal about yourself, as well as your past, present, and future."

"Where did you get all this from?" Without really moving, he glanced at Squidward. "What's that? Squidward Tentacles Never had his palm read? He inquired, baffled, in which Squidward gave him his, I'm not playing your games sort of look. Taking his expression as an definite answer. "Wha-why would I? What Possible gain comes from it?" Squilliam carried on. "Well, allow me to enlighten you!" Standing, the rich octopus simply walks across the cashier's palm, perfectly balanced even with Squidward's twitchy movements. Squidward started to hate how the other moved about on his tentacle, hating how these tiny suction-cups managed to tickle someone of his size. Finally, Squilliam paused to kneel near the suction-cups. "Ah, Impressive."

"Huh? What's Impressive?"

"Your Lifeline! Here!" Squilliam points with his tentacle, tracing the crevice of the skin just barely with the tip. "Dare I say, it looks promising. It's a good length, which means you'll know success later down the line." The rich octopus begins snickering. "Line. G-get it? Be-because I'm explaining your Life...*Line!*" Squilliam points towards the crevice again, nose crinkling as he starts to laugh. "Now I'm almost Positive, you're making This up!" Clutching at his sides due to laughing a bit to much at his supposedly funny joke, Squilliam straightened himself in time to see Squidward's glaring stare. "Me? Making stuff Up? I Would never!"

"You obviously have to be! How am I meant to So-call Succeed?" Squilliam plops himself back down on his rival's leathery cushy palm with his usual grin that always frustrated the other. "Well, when I figure out how to get you back down to size, I'll Gladly show you! Now... Stretching, he leans back. ...Take me home, Chauffeur Tentacles!"

Squilliam rests comfortably on Squidward's tentacle, his own tentacles tucked behind his head while his legs were outstretched, almost drifting off before the thunderous voice of the cashier snaps him out of his daze. "Alright, get up... Squidward said, concealing his smile behind his free tentacle. Secretly he had enjoyed their previous moment, The wealthy octopus had spent acouple minute reading his palm, Squidward didn't know why he did. In the process though, he predicted success in his future. Squidward wasn't sure if Squilliam meant it or was just messing with him. Nevertheless, he enjoyed it either way. "We are?" Getting out of his comfortable position, the rich octopus stood and glanced behind him. "Already?"

"Yeah, your escort service has expired." If Squidward didn't know any better, he would've swore Squilliam was disappointed. "Well, you cover alot of distance, 'yawn' don't ya Squiddy?" Yet, he ended with a yawn, so he appeared tired to. "I'm not ashamed to admitting however, that your tentacle is just as cozy as my bed... He adds, breaking out of his yawn while turning. His feet sticking, and unsticking to his skin made his hand twitch slightly, yet the millionaire continued on as if not noticing. ...I wouldn't have mind sleeping on-..."

"Not when your Own bed's only a few feet ahead."

Squidward interrupts in a dry tone, somewhat flattened that his usual picky, spoiled rival thought his palm worthy to be his bed. "Now... Squidward clears his throat. ...where do you want me to sit you down? Your balcony?" Stretching, Squilliam shook his head. "Oh, just let me down here."

"Are you sure you don't want to be closer?"

"I'm right where I need to be, which I'm guessing is the door. You must've stepped over the gate, correct." Glancing over his shoulder, he sees the other nod his head, eyes rolling afterwards. "Of course! I'm not stepping on Your gate, your Gate has Spikes! Or did you forget?"

"Just the Gate, has spikes. Not the fence." 'yawning' Deciding to drop the subject, Squidward deeply sighed. "So, you're sure you want to be dropped off here?" Squilliam mirrors Squidward's sigh. "Not literally. But yes, I'm sure." Ignoring his comment, Squidward slowly slouched to his knees, being cautious about how steady his tentacle when lowering his cargo who lazily slid off his palm, almost reluctantly to. Squidward supports him with his tentacle's tip to his back once the other had slipped off and stumbled on stiff tired legs. When managing to stand on his own he briefly patted the other's tentacle while saying. "Th-thank you, Squid. I'll be good from here." Nodding, Squidward replied with. Er...If you don't mind, I'll just stay here till you're inside. Um, wave from the balcony so I know you-..."

"Oh, you're too Kind Squiddy!" The usual snarky cashier tries hiding embarrassment. Rather he noticed or not, Squilliam doesn't remark. "I also suspect you're tired to so I'll be-..."

"Very tired. Still just, don't rush. Or you'll fall over." 'Maybe I should just Pick him up again and put him on his balcony!'

"Nighty night, ole chum. Thanks for the escort." Waving his hand, the wealthy octopus turns towards his house. Squidward stayed, just as he said he would, so to be sure that he made it inside. Squilliam walks a good seven steps before pausing and turning back to Squidward who, leans over, expecting the spoiled octopus had changed his mind and wanted to be placed on the balcony. Instead, he had a few parting words left. "Look Squid, I don't know why my spray made you grow this way... Squidward raised an eyebrow out of curiosity. ...I will though, find a solution in shrinking you back aga-..."

"Squill we-we'll discuss this over tomorrow. Now, go. Before I decide to pick you up again." As if there's agreement, the rich octopus turns back towards his house, once he saw movement from inside the... bedroom, he guessed... Squidward rosed up and left. Hearing the deep squelching of suction-cupped feet, the wealthy octopus stepped out of his bedroom, watching the giant cashier step over the gate before returning to his bed.