“Oh yes, it’s my daily morning routine,” Lou teased playfully. Actually, he wasn’t all that clumsy; Lou was too careful with everything around him to be clumsy, but butterbeer changed things, didn’t it? As she kissed his head and promised him some ice cream, Louis laughed, shaking his head with amusement. Vinnie would never see him as an actual grown boy, would she? It was amazing he was actually a year older than her, too. “This ‘Little Cherub’ would appreciate that, thank you.”

… WAIT. Had he just called HIMSELF Little Cherub? Oh crap wait— Now Vinnie was totally going to take that as a free pass to call him that all the time. Stupid butterbeer making him say stupid things. And still, the boy finished off his bottle and was already reaching out for a third.

He snorted, opening the bottle of butterbeer, as Vinnie decided they were ‘hardcore’. Yeah, real ‘hardcore’ to be having photoshoots with him dressed up as a giant, lanky version of a baby cherub. This conversation wasn’t weird at all, nope. Thank Merlin there were no witnesses around… He had to admit, though, he liked being a total weirdo with Vinnie. The girl was charming and accepting, probably the most judgement-free person he had ever met.

Louis raised his dark eyebrows when she decided he would have to get a leather jacket too. “Alright, then. I’ll get one that reads ‘Butterbeer Victim’. We’ll match.” He grinned and held up his bottle to toast to their brand new, nonexistent matching band jackets. He took a sip from his drink after, and gazed at the fireplace absentmindedly, just then realizing they were still sitting on the floor, their backs against the sofa. “How would you feel about some roasted marshmallows?” asked Louis, turning to Vinnie with a smile.