“Maybe! But still. no damage made, huh? And aw, you’re making me blush, hon. Thank you for appreciating me,” he snorted, shaking his head before agreeing completely. “Totally, totally.” Offering her a thumbs up, he shrugged lightly. “Yes, handcuffs. Very efficient. — And if you’re up for it,” Dewey was of course joking, but he said it with a serious voice, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively as he winked at her, just waiting for her reaction.
“No damage,” she repeated in a sing-song tone, a skip in her step as she started to walk, ushering him to follow her. “Obviously, the best kind of pranking tool ever. When am I ever not up for anything Dew?” Mabel asked in the same tone he had used, throwing it back at him before losing it completely and laughing so hard she almost fell over when he winked. “Where did you get those anyway?” she asked, the laughter obviously lingering on her features.
