Barnabas heard footsteps.

“Hello,” said Vincent. “What are you looking for, today?”

“Mushrooms.”

“Really? Me too.”

“What a coincidence.”

“Do you want to, uh, mushroom-hunt together?”

“Okay.” Don’t be excited about the company, he told himself. Don’t be excited. It doesn’t mean anything.

“Great! What are you looking for?”

“A bunch of stuff. Crown princes, yellow caps, Eckle’s foots, flangella.”

“Fancy. I’m just looking for common browns and penny creams.”

Why did you come all the way over here, then? thought Barnabas, but he wasn’t complaining.

So they looked for mushrooms. Eventually, they made their way to the clearing with the pool, where Vincent said, “Hey, so, I brought some pies, if you want some.”

“What kind?”

“They’ve got potato, and onion, and spices, and cheese. I made them.”

“The wizard never eats vegetables. Or fruit. I feel lucky if we get potatoes.”

“That’s depressing. Also, how do you get enough nutrients?”

“Potions.”

“Ick.”

“Indeed.”

“So, do you want a pie?”

“Yes. Please.”

“Here.”

“Thank you.” Barnabas looked at Vincent, who seemed so eager and so earnest. “Why are you being so nice to me?”

“What?”

“I don’t understand.”

“I obviously like you.”

Barnabas didn’t know what to say, so he said nothing.

“I just—was hoping for a friend,” said Vincent.

“I don’t know if I’m friend material.”

“Well, I’ll try you out and let you know.” Vincent smiled. Barnabas was almost tempted to smile himself, but he looked away instead.