[The thing is. Tristan does come to him. He gets up off the floor, shaken, but it's. It can't be what it looks like because his brother isn't like that (why is he even entertaining the thought because his gut and instincts and things he's ignored scream that it's more than possible it's not true). He shakes it off and walks out, actually annoyed, this isn't a laughing matter, Ariel's a brat but he should know when things are serious.]

[He leans over Ariel's chair, takes the plate of cookies with his free hand and shoves it on the table, holding the clasp in front of Ariel's face.]

What is this? Did you do this? This isn't funny.