Aaron and Marcus were treated like soldiers returning from a war they won single-handedly. Marcus handled the praise and adoration in step, but Aaron had to bite back laughter.?He was beginning to think these boys would be better off in a drama club than a host club. It was as amusing as everything else they had done, until Roman started sorting through the bags.
"What is this?" he asked, confusion on his face as he held up a packet of cookies.
Aaron matched his confusion. "What do you think it is?" he asked, eyebrows high.
"Er... dog biscuits?" he offered.