Mike sighed and rolled his eyes, giving her an unamused look. "You know I'm not giving you any looks because of some imagined fluff on your close." He pushed away from the door frame and walked over to her, plucking the jar out of her hands. He turned it in his hands, looking down at it instead of at her. "You aren't sending this to Anthony."
He just knew what sort of crap this would stir if Pansy actually sent it. Why did they even have Skele-Gro and why was it under their sink? He was going to have to go through everything under there and perhaps get rid of things they didn't actually need.
"Yes, you have to be nicer to Goldste-er, Anthony. And Su. And Mandy. Or how about my friends in general?" He sighed again and resisted the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose. "As to why? Because I'd like it if my friends weren't driven away and constantly mad at me because evidently I have some sort of magic control of what you say and what you write. And you might find you like them if you were nicer."