"Because creepy kid," the boy replied. "Holy crap! Put it out under your counter, hide it in the bathroom-- wait," he shook his head, "no, not in the bathroom. Just who does that? Where's all the, the-- you know," he waved his hand, seeming flustered, "kind gestures and 'oh maybe that weird kid was onto something let me just put this in the window sill' or do you live in a closet?"

He paused.

"Can I have a cup of milk?"