[color=8dc73f]“You better get used to it with my portals going all willy-nilly. Aren’t you going to be a hero? How could you be so shaken by little ol’ me?”[/color] Felyse lightly teased, raising an eyebrow in smug mischief as Ferghus grabbed him by the arm. In return, the young man latched onto the Irish man’s upper arm and began to pull. One, two, and three – Voila! A soft, almost cartoonish, pop could be heard as Felyse was hauled right outta there. Once the messily tied laces of his boots were released from imprisonment, the portal quickly melted away only to be replaced by the wooden flooring that had been there originally. No scars, no scratches - it was almost like a man-sized hole had never been there in the first place. 

[color=8dc73f]“Thanks, bud. If candy is a no-go, then I guess I owe you something else,”[/color] Felyse threw his arms up into the air and stretched, his fists clenched. He took the red-head man’s last statement as a challenge. Chuckling under his breath, he gave the older man a friendly slap on the back, hopping away. [color=8dc73f]“But, I can’t give up on converting you to the dandy land of candy just yet~.”[/color] He softly sang under his breath. 

Upon looking at the occupants of the room as well as the newly arrived, he flashed them a warm smile and a wave as gestures of acknowledgement. He hopped right over the table where Heather, Emily, Orion, and Penelope was at, and took a seat right next to Heather. It wouldn’t do to sit on the couches since Nick made a point of making it his own territory with his gastrointestinal tract. Besides, slices of black and blueberry pie were already situated quite nicely on the table by the courtesy of Vee. It was calling his name. 

Sitting back against the chair, the young man tilted his head toward Penelope, a silver spoon dangling from his mouth. [color=8dc73f]“Nope. Didn’t see him at all, neither hair nor nail. He didn't became an old man hermit in that lab again, did he?”[/color] Felyse asked nonchalantly, scooping up a large piece of his berry desert with his spoon. He shoved the whole thing into his mouth and chewed in contemplation… only to start piling in more of the sugary substances by the spoonful. Juicy sweetness flowed through his veins. He quickly shook his head at Orion's question. Usually it was the good professor who does the contacting, not the other way around. Besides, the scientist was only a few meters away if they ever needed something, often found holed up in his laboratory of doom.