JW stuffed the brownie in the smaller bag and led Varker over to the register. "It would be exhausting because I am side-splitting if you haven't noticed."

The longer the man stayed in his shop the more JW's mismatched eyes were drawn to his noggin. He just flat-out assumed Varker was under some sort of curse...but suddenly it dawned on him that the brownie was for the MOUTH. Could it think? Was it connected to anything? It must be! He heard it hiss!

He was staring again. "Eight fifty."