"You two were awesome! How'd you do that fancy trick with your hands?" Gregg asked as they waited for the pizza to arrive at the table. Vaan rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment.

"Practice, I guess." Thankfully, Vaan was saved from more questions by the arrival of pizza.

He watched as the others ate, smiling a bit, glad they were enjoying it.

"Hey, Vaan, why aren't you eating?" Angus asked him, eyebrow raised.

Vaan mentally winced. "I can't eat it. I'm allergic to eggs."

"What? Wow, that must suck," Bea replied casually, which Vaan hoped to mean she was glad he'd told them.

"So you can't eat eggs at all? What do you do for birthdays then!?" Gregg asked, sounding horrified. Mae face-palms and tells him, "He can eat cake, it just has to be prepared without any eggs. Vaan's a master at baking and cooking, and has never had to touch an egg in his life."

"Well, besides the time I figured out I was allergic. That was awful…"

"What happened?" Mae asked, frowning. Vaan had never shared this with her.

Vaan bit his lip. "Well… I was about… seven or so. It was a classmate's birthday, and at school she was handing out brownies to the class.

"I took a bite and started feeling sick, but I didn't want to be rude so I ate the rest. I kinda remember being unable to breathe, and my face, neck, and hands puffing up… Then I woke up in the hospital, attached to a bunch of machines. My mom was arguing with the doctor, and my classmate's mother was behind her, like she was being protected.

"I don't remember much more, besides my Mom threatening the doctor with ungodly harm. Next time I woke up I was at home."

Mae's jaw had dropped, and Bea's left eyebrow had risen, while Angus had a sympathetic look on his face, and Gregg was blinking rapidly.

"A-anyway… what do you guys do for a living? I have a job online, helping people out with their personal problems."

"Oh, I work at the Video Outpost 'Too'," Angus said, catching Vaan's desire to change the subject. "Gregg works at the Snack Falcon, and Bea works at the Ol' Pickaxe."

"Wait, isn't that your dad's place?" Mae asked Bea, head canted to the left slightly.

"Yeah, started working when I was old enough. Even got a car so I could do house calls."

"Vaan had a car too, but it was a rental so he had to leave it behind. He even helped me get my license."

"Cool! So we all have licenses! And guess what else!" Gregg shouted excitedly.

Mae motioned him to continue. "Well? We're only getting older."

"Big party day after tomorrow! And we're all invited!" Gregg's grin was big enough that Vaan thought he might look crazy to some people.

"Wait, even Vaan and me? How?" Mae asked.

"Dunno!"

By this point, Vaan was paying for the pizza, and they were all starting to leave. They walked past the alleyway, and Vaan froze solid, which caused Bea to bump into him.

"What's wrong, Vaan? See a ghost?" Mae teased him when she walked up to him. Then, she looked down as her foot nudged something. Immediately, she hissed and backed away, pulling Vaan, who just kept staring in horror.

Mae told the others to go get Molly, and began trying to snap Vaan out of his trance. She wasn't succeeding, but she kept trying. Eventually, Molly arrived, and before Mae knew it, she and Vaan were back at her house, and she was explaining what had happened. She only wanted to get Vaan out of there, she knew he had the smell stuck in his nose, the sight stuck in his eyes, and she couldn't help him down here.

As soon as she spotted an escape, she took it, and dragged Vaan upstairs. The guest room still wasn't cleared out enough for him, so he was sat on the floor as Mae took out a lighter and a small vine. Silently apologizing to him, she lit the vine and made it smoke, before holding it beneath his nose. As his pupils dilated, and his muscles relaxed, she let out a relieved sigh, and made him lie down before climbing into her own bed.

The entire next day was a fiasco of fixing some… not good computer problems, then telling Vaan what had happened yesterday once he woke up around noon with a migraine. Mae apologized about fifty times before he finally just told her to go find Gregg and tell him instead.

Of course, he was joking, but he also wanted to be able to work on his homework for a while.

Mae went to visit Gregg, who, honestly, didn't know what she meant.

"Gregg, how do you not know about that stuff? It's literally told to us in High School Health class! You even volunteered to show us what happens and how to recognize it being used on someone!"

Gregg thought for a minute. "Ummm… You mean that silvervine stuff?"

"Yes! I forgot the name, sorry."

"So you went and drugged him?"

Mae looked down. "Yeah."

"Wow! That is hardcore! Maybe you should tell Angus about that."

"Why?"

"He complains I get too hyper sometimes."

Mae sweatdrops. "I kinda understand that."

Gregg shrugs, then grins. "Wanna go do some crimes?"

Mae grins back. "Yeah! Let's go!"