Noel tuts at the claim that Spencer ain't that good and shakes his head at the boy. His fingers find their way back to his hair and he picks through it like a monkey, pulling out the smaller pieces of confetti. Noel has very little concept of what's appropriate personal space.

"I know bad and you're not that," he says, blowing a glitter snowflake off the tip of his finger. "Naughty List material, definitely, but you're still a good boy." At least, that's what Noel believes but he could say the same of Ari or Calvin without a hint of irony.

Suddenly, his hands fall to the other boy's shoulders and he grips them as he looks down with wide-eyed terror. "Unless..." he whispers, voice trembling in what he hopes sounds more like fear and not barely restrained laughter, "You're the Lake Gooseberry Killer."