Lucas took a bun out from the bag and pulled the hotdog off the metal stick with it. He took small bites from his plain hotdog while listening to her explain that they weren’t freaks. She made some good points and he felt a little bit better. But he knew very well that she too got feelings like this occasionally. It was easy to talk someone into feeling better, but it’s only human nature to feel bad about being different from the majority. Still, he didn’t want to ruin the mood by sulking about something that was outside of his control.

By the time he had finished eating his hotdog, Alice had suggested looking into the past of the handcuffs she had discovered at her house. He nodded in agreement that it’d be a fun idea, but Alice’s cheeks suddenly blushed red and she wondered aloud if the handcuffs had been used for more recreational uses.

Lucas couldn’t help but laugh at her.

“Well, I guess there’s only one way to find out,” Lucas replied, well aware that there was a good chance it could be either. Or maybe both? Who knew. He was somewhat anxious to know.