Presley's hand, which had been hovering somewhere near Patrice's arm, drops in relief when the other boy starts talking, all Patrice-Tang-brand insouciance. "Have you been in a muscheron memory? I would much rather spend time with your mother than a muscheron."

He looks at what's on the table before them, trying to choose the most emotionally-neutral item here. It's near-impossible, but... maybe still easier from him than for Patrice? Ugh, he can't overthink this. Des is right; this is all weird anyway. Presley tries the crystal ball.