"They're Easter baskets," Duo said in surprise as he cautiously looked up and down the street from the safety of his front door.
"Don't touch them!" Heero warned from inside. "It could be a trick."
"Trick?" Duo eyed the festive bows, one blue and one pink, adorning the hand made baskets and their contents of candy goodies. His mouth watered. "Do you think the blue one is mine?"
"Why would the blue one be yours?" Heero growled as he looked over Duo's shoulder, at the baskets.
Duo shrugged and grinned. "Well, I'm not the pink guy, that's for sure."
"Meaning?" Heero growled deeper.
"Pink is for girls," Duo bulled on.
"Then the pink isn't for anyone here," Heero told him.
"Well, that is a twizzler stick in the pink one and you know you love those," Duo persisted. "I love gummy fish, and the blue one has gummy fish."
"I'm not a girl," Heero fairly snarled now, but then looked up and down the street and remembered his earlier warning. "This could be a trick. We should call the bomb squad."
Duo snickered as he bent to look closer at the baskets. Heero's hand closed on his elbow, tightly.
"Duo!" Heero sounded almost fearful.
Duo looked over his shoulder at Heero and soothed, "It's okay, baby. Unless that chocolate bunny has been cleverly filled with nitro-" Heero's hand tightened another notch.
Duo laughed as he forced Heero to ease up his grip with a wince. "Look, there's a card. We should read it."
"Letter bomb," Heero warned.
"It says, Quatre, on it, and I know his writing," Duo persisted. "Come on, relax, Heero."
Duo plucked out the card, opened it, and chuckled as he read, 'Unless my baskets have been blown up by the bomb squad, shot full of holes by Heero, or soaked to deactivate any supposed lethal powders, Happy Easter and enjoy the treats, love, Quatre, AKA The Easter Bunny.'
"See, that's sweet," Duo said as he snagged both baskets and took them inside.
Heero scowled as he followed. "I'm having a talk with him. I am NOT pink."