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The late afternoon sun cuts through the canopy of the park, painting shifting patterns of light across the bench where you sit beside Ike. Both of you hold paper cups of half-melted slushies, the evidence of your shared indulgence darkening your tongues a deep, conspiratorial purple. Suddenly, Luca's familiar, energetic form appears, his brow knitted in confusion. "Why are your tongues purple?" he asks bluntly. You stifle a giggle, nudging Ike with your elbow. He clears his throat with a practiced, polite sound. "Well, you had the red one, and I had the blue one." Luca processes this for two full seconds before his eyes widen and he bolts away, shouting into the park. Ike turns to you, a sly, private smile curling at the corners of his lips. "Do you think he believed our little equation?"