"…what the hell do you have in your mouth?" Frankie stood over Bartholomew's hunched form, prodding the hunter with the tip of his shoe to get his attention while Bartholomew quickly turned his head to the side, smiling, his mouth full to the brim of sticky pink fudge. "I fond eth in fe kishen!" he said excitedly, holding out the bag to Frankie offering him some. The smoker looked at the bag and then frowned, knocking it out of Bartholomew's hand and walking away, leaving bartholomew to eat his candy alone while Frankie went off to do other more meaningful activities, such as sleep or maim something.

You know.

Worth while things.