Agatha mused on why Lock didn’t take either opportunity to kiss her. At first she wondered if he was just [/i]that[/i] in love with Lillith, but she wasn’t sure. Suddenly, she felt a lightbulb moment overtake her. [i]He must be in on it too! He’s helping Barrel steal our first kiss, and just pretending he doesn’t want to take advantage of the spin as an excuse.[/i] She sighed blissfully, unaware that it wasn’t just an internal sigh. When Barrel started chasing and wrestling Lock, she had another thought that made her eyes widen a bit. [i]I wonder how much of their fighting is just an act, to keep people from realizing how loving and helpful they really are to each other…[/i]

	Chad grinned at the sight of the tussle. This was just like the stuff he and his frat bros got into during all of their ragers! Not that he could remember any specific parties off the top of his head at the moment, but that was irrelevant. He started cheering the brothers on with whoops and hollers, waving his beer around. “Kick his butt, big guy!” He spilled some of his drink in his lap as he pumped his fists in the air. Oblivious to the mess on his pants, he continued shouting, “Come on, Lock! He’s just a big pile of brawn! Use your [i]dexterity[/i], dude!”

	Agatha somehow mentally blocked the other siblings cussing and only swooned further when they shut down Barrel from cursing. She thought to herself, [i]Awww, his siblings are teaching him to use polite wording in the presence of ladies![/i] “Now I see where he learned his gentlemanly behavior from...” She could almost feel the invisible hearts floating above her head, blissfully unaware that the thought had quietly escaped her mouth. 

	Carmilla raised an eyebrow at her friend. She knew the two of them were dating and that Barrel was rather polite about it, but [i]that[/i] line of thought was a stretch that even outdid the Melting Man’s slow descent when the trio had glued him to the rafters of the Town Hall.

	Lilith stared at Agatha, wondering where the thought even came from. When she noticed her sister’s comparatively understated reaction, she made a mental note to ask some questions later when they were at home. For the time being, she pursed her lips and took another sip of her wine.

	Carver covered their uncontrolled laughter by pretending to have something caught in her throat tube. Obviously she couldn’t choke, but it was still a reasonable excuse to pound her metal arm frames against her cage and cover up the sound of both her guffaws and any further thoughts that Agatha might have brought to the surface. The momentary amusement was [i]excellent[/i], but it was incredibly lucky that it happened to come out while Barrel was distracted with a sibling tussle. He would have to consider toning down his manipulations for a while to make sure the overly romantic witch didn’t spoil the game by saying something to her supposed-boyfriend, accidentally or otherwise.