"Did you mean it?" Kurt asked.

"Yeah." Randy nodded. "He's real good to me an' he's a lotta fun."

"But you're still going to charge him?" Kurt asked.

Randy grinned. "He's my best customer," he replied.

"And you're his favorite," said Kurt, "I don't think he's ever had a real serious relationship, his own marriage was all business."

"Mm. Well, I think we got a good thing. I ain't goin' nowhere," said Randy.

"I believe it's done him good....do you know he actually donated to this event? A charitable, no-strings attached act of generous giving?" said Kurt.

"Oh yeah?" Randy raised an eyebrow at him. "You think that gotta do with me?"

"I do, he's been a much kinder person since he met you, I think you changed him for the better," said Kurt.

"Well, don't I feel special," Randy remarked with a smile. However silly it may have sounded, though, it was sincere. He was pleased--however surprised--to think that he'd made such a difference.

Kurt rubbed Randy's hair, "Well don't let it go to your head, you're still a rotten delinquent," he said.

"An' damn proud of it," Randy replied with a giggle.

Kurt snorted, "I'm going to go and put this plant somewhere safe, I'll see you later,"

"Later, sug'." Randy VIII gave him a nod and continued on his way, looking about to see what else there was to do.

It wasn't long before he stumbled across a mud wrestling competition, Karl was in the middle of a large puddle of mud grappling with some poor young man who'd bitten off more than he could chew.

Randy gave a whistle. "Hey Baby, check that out," he noted as he leaned in to watch.