Maxwell was watching the boy more than Avox, mouth wrestling with a grin that could grow no bigger but wanted to. Bayard's pleasure was simple and innocent and it was infectious. (And exactly what he'd needed.)

"Do you think you can manage all that?" he asked, reaching for one of the treats and nodding for the young man to take the other. "Should I make sure there's a healer at the ready?"

To either see him right after he burst, or through the sugar-shock. Or both.