The look was so impish, eyes of the purest blue peeking up over those cherubic rosy cheeks, that Anthony had found himself persuaded. Charmed even, as Mr. Fell took one for the substandard refreshments. He found himself smirking as he stabbed the last bit of his meal and popped it into his mouth.

"You have a cell phone?"

Anthony held out his hand, because who didn't in this day and age?

"May I borrow it?"