Dave chuckles.

"Tell me about it tomorrow," he says, and turns to head to his desk and the pile of paperwork waiting.

Rudy freezes, the butterscotch disc in his hands half-open.

"Uh, yes, sir."

Rudy hunches in his chair, the yellow-orange candy wrapper crinkling between his fingers.

Half-smile quirking his lips, Jason arches an eyebrow in Dave's direction.

"Gonna finish that story about the badger?"