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               “honestly —- never have the words ‘think of oingo boingo’ elicited such hope in anyone,” billy laughs. “and though you have a wonderful point, dear, i think we’d all just be better off if i keep my musical talents -” or lack thereof “- to myself and focus on the things i DO succeed in. like wearing astonishing amounts of make-up and MASS eating blondies.” speaking of – the plastic container is offered out. “they’re homemade.” 

“I’m glad it did.  Otherwise?  I’d have to question what company I’m keeping.”  A joking wink was sent Billy’s way before Blaine chuckled.  Dear?  The term of endearment made his smile last a longer than it might have now that he was arching a brow and plucking out a blondie from the container.  “Well.  They smell delicious.  Thank you.  Plus, you always look great, so..”  He broke a corner off but squinted thoughtfully over the top of his fingers.  “If singing isn’t your thing?  You could always try doing make-up?  Costuming?  If you haven’t noticed?  I’m determined to get you involved.  Maybe it’s just because that means I’ll get more of these if you are,” he joked and popped the piece in his mouth giving Billy the chance to catch up.