Off to the side of the lockers, Turtle grins. She has a plan of her own.

"Wizard candies?" Half the bottle is gone, and the shell makes an odd squelching sound as it comes out. "Hey, I met Raph! He got mad at me for kicking the wall or something. Then he bought me breakfast! I like Raph. Pancakes."

Finished, Turtle tosses the bottle at Mike's feet. She steps into the dim light and beams.

"So? What do you think?"

Turtle Wexler is covered in caramel and completely, horrifyingly orange.