"Yeah, you're a weirdo," Marco agreed, smirking. He patted his tied arm on Lennon's shoulder, which felt like it really drove home how much of a weirdo he was. He sure appreciated Lennon not caring.
His question earned a warm laugh, and he looked around for a tree he could get a leaf from without moving to grab one. "I probably don't need to cram it all the way in there or something. It probably just needs to be sticking in my nose. Right?" He considered for a moment. "I don't think a prize is worth getting a leaf stuck up my nose. Shit, what if I get the leaf stuck up my nose?"