No, Bahorel's going to remember this dire insult unto eternity! As soon as he stops laughing.

He does grab the hand Feuilly's offering the pen cap with and pull him down far enough for a quick half-hug. "Truce, truce. --On this!" No way he's giving up on the prank war, it's gotten him laser needles.

But about this, he's already jotting down titles of books and articles. "--And who are you so occupied with, right now?" It's kind of obvious, but hey, it's fair to ask!