The idea of falling for a puff was almost enough to make Mikey not reach for a chocolate. Almost. He had pretty shitty impulse control when it came to certain things. He was impressed by Pete's pile of cards though, and he shifted through a few with one hand while he unwrapped his chocolate. "Are you sure you didn't write some of these yourself?"
He opened one and then closed it quickly. "Professor Wentz is heaven sent? Ouch, cheesy and a half-rhyme. I hope you're grading these and then sending them back."