Wally smirked and planted his palm down firmly in the mess of red hair. Egad, when was the last time this kid had a haircut? ... How were they going to get him to sit still for a one?!
"All right. All yours." Then he handed it over and continued to shop, as though they hadn't just buzzed at each other in the middle of the store.
It wasn't until later that he recalled Bart, unlike him, could remember everything he read. So now had ALL his phone numbers in that chaotic noggin of his. Oh... well... Nothing too bad to worry about. Right?