Even if he wanted to answer Puck’s question, there wasn’t any time now. Before he could stop Bella, she was covered in fucking pixie dust. “No! Belladonna, por favor!“ Reaching out to try and wrestle Bella away, he stepped on enough to cover both of his bare feet up to his ankles. What kind of sick joke was this? Of course the food was too good to be true, something had to go wrong.
Nico looked up at his new friend helplessly as he gave up on restraining his pride and joy. At least the awkward conversation was over because she was too busy laughing hysterically at the situation. Maybe it was a little funny, but this shit was going to get sucked into every nook and cranny on his ship. “So, I swear this doesn’t happen on a regular basis right? Maybe we should just shove um… a lot of it back in the bag until we need it…”
Puck isn't sure if she's still laughing because it was funny, or if she's still laughing because she's not sure what to do next. Condoms and glitter, and they've barely spent a night together. She plops down in a pile of it, her laughter beginning to weaken but her smile still plastered on her face.
When she's finally able to breathe, she takes a big breath before speaking. "I would help but then I'd get glitter... well, everywhere. Again." And now she's hysterical once more, falling back into the stuff as Bella comes to sniff at her excitedly. The dog is feeding off of the giddy girl's energy, tag wagging as she hops around Puck.

















