Nic was still confused, but he didn't ask for clarification.

Laurel stood and walked over to Nic, "Prove you're Nic!" she demanded, leaning down to get a closer look at him.

Nic stared at Laurel blankly, not sure how to fulfill her request.

Laurel waited.

So Nic thought about it awhile before standing, taking his jacket off, and lifting up the back of his shirt so she could see the scars on the bottom of his back.

Laurel paused and then picked up his jacket, handing it back to him, "Alright, you're Nic," she agreed with a half-smile.

Nic tucked his shirt back in before taking the jacket and straightening his clothes.

Laurel helped him out before grabbing his tie and pulling him closer, "Seriously, what's gotten into you?" she asked quietly, face very close to his.

"... What do you mean?" Nic asked, composure still the same.

"Why all this so suddenly?" she whispered.

Nic didn't answer. But after a long moment he shrugged.

Laurel sighed a little, "Fine," she went over and sat back down. "... wait... is this why you were sick yesterday?" she asked, gesturing to the food with a giggle.

In the way Nic didn't say anything, he confirmed her hypothesis. He didn't touch the fresh fruit, just munching away on the tarts.

Laurel tasted everything, clearly very content.

All the fruit and vegetables tasted delicious. It was like he had gone around sampling all of them to find the best quality of each. No wonder his stomach hurt yesterday...

After awhile, Laurel got up and went over to Nic, sitting on his knee. "You really know your fruits," she commented as she ate a strawberry.