"I'm sure you can -" "Here." Marcus cut me off, shoving a glass of orange juice and a pile of cookies at me. Duncan snorted. "Like cookies are going to stop The Mouth." He hadn't called me that in years. "I met your girlfriend," I said, just to bug him. It was better than giving in to the nerves and anxiety threatening to burn a hole in my stomach. "She's nicer than you." Duncan just leaned over and shoved a cookie in my mouth. I flicked cookie crumbs at him."