"Nice lookin' horse," Spike remarks, popping the sweets into his mouth in one smooth motion. "Yeh, I feel a bit queasy myself. I reckoned chocolate would help. Spose I ought to ration these things."

He glances at the brightly coloured cardboard tube, and reluctantly tucks it into his coat pocket. Still, future scarcity of Smarties is not going to dampen his enjoyment of the Smarties currently in his mouth. He munches them thoughtfully.

"Sort of sucks you in, doesn't it? Like a great bloody vortex of despondency." At the offer of sitting, Spike gives a nod and settles onto the bench. This brings him closer to the fairly antsy dog, who he offers another friendly smile toward.

"What d'you make of it, then? Some sort of trap?"