"Six to eight weeks?" He repeats. He looks as though he can't decide whether to settle for calm or alarm, face scrunching as he peers over the paper. Then, slowly, he says, "That's not so bad..."

A lot of rules but he can handle that. Probably. He wanted this, so, he'd take care of it! And then he'll get to try the cooler earrings once he's done with the starters. Maybe by then he'll forget the jitters he had enough to go for something else.

"Hey." He looks up from the sheet, up at Cliff. "Do you think it'd be lame to get a piñata? Or a cake?"