Piper was giggling on the couch, his feet hooked over the back. He looked… he looked high, frankly.

"What are you doing?" James asked,.

"Can't you hear it? They're singing…"

"Who?" There was nobody there, but Piper, and a few of his rats…

…who were chattering and gnashing their teeth.

"The rats?"

Piper snickered, "Ben's in *looove*…"

"Ben's in love? Ben's a rat, Piper."

"Lovely lovely rat," Piper agreed.

"You're listening to a singing rat?"

"I love romances," Piper giggled.

"I'm not leaving you at home with a cold again, Piper. With nothing but rats and NyQuil, you get weird."