Wayne nodded, understanding what Justin meant about the tattoo. Wayne had liked the pain of the tattoo, because he felt like he was earning it.
Justin had earned his already, in Azkaban.
"What snacks have you got? Are we still keeping up the illusion of saving candy for trick-or-treaters, or is it all fair game? And what have you got to drink?" Please, oh, please, let there not be beer. He wasn't sure he could say no, just yet.