"Except then we'd probably think he was a crazed fan and we'd hex him. Or run away..." Because they never actually hexed the crazy fans who found them out, even if Heath sometimes thought they'd be completely justified.
"Hey, Thrusty. You don't look starved..." He'd been in his room, writing, but the knock at the door brought him out of it and he grinned when he saw his mate there, "Ignore anything that's still smoking. Today wasn't Merton's best experiment. Yours either I guess. You two should open a restaurant."