It hadn't occurred to him that the fourth flour may not be the only (living) surprise in wait for the group downstairs, but it seemed plausible when Audrey mentioned it. Wouldn't the scientists tell them if that was the case, though? Experiment B weren't the ones who were supposed to be surprised. Then again, the scientists might only trust them with so much information. No one in B was going to tattle on their own, since it would implicate them in the scandal also, but other groups would be a lesser-guarded secret. Maybe. He didn't really know.
Nate took a slice of pizza and stood with the women, facing Daphne's computer screen. "I was watching her make some of that stuff," he commented, instead of saying anything about a piñata. He thought the idea of a piñata sounded fun, but after Madison and her high and mighty attitude about his more immature side, Nate was going to stay away from revealing more of it in a hurry. Still, he wondered what would happen if he asked the scientists for a piñata. Heh.
"I hope they get really drunk tonight, except that might make them all extra boring tomorrow, hungover and shit." It'd be funny to see someone puke, though. That was always funny.