Minoru was laughing almost as hard as Aarne was now. There were so many hilarious pranks - big, bold, elaborate productions - that the whole lot of them came up with.

“I know that emotions reprioritize neural and physiological resources toward action states that affect cognitive processes - and that studies have demonstrated the benefit of anger on performance increases mainly for those with the least amount of skill. So, be mindful that compliment does not inadvertently become an insult.” He noted. “Also, Rik is not here. So you will have to do.”

“But if he were?” Minoru snickered.

“Naturally, I would need to up my ante. Perhaps recruit Aarne to the cause, inquire if he has any tubes of glitter in his possession that could be mixed with fresh snow to create, dare I say it, the perfect weapon. And catch him unsuspecting, of course.”

“Harley said no intentional throwing snowballs at the person, remember?”

Isamu raised an eyebrow. “Who said anything about doing this at the dunking booth?”