"And this is why I love you." About the teasing being good. Of course, whenever she does anything he even remotely likes/agrees with, this is basically a stock reply. At this point, they could probably write a small booklet on all the reasons why he said he loved her. As for him and Martin... Puck was, as one could reliably assume from his nom de guerre, a trickster and fond of teasing, pranking, and the light. Marty's probably used to it.<br/><br/>So when the movers get there, when Scar is headed to the front door, he's over tapping on the door to their room. It's a very specific tap. One hard--three light, fast--one hard. It's not morse code or anything, it's just that Puck always knocks like that. There is a very specific rhythm to it, and the hard knocks that started and ended it were almost always equal in volume; the timing was perfect. Something he'd spent years developing. "Hey, gunslinger. Best holster your pistol." Euphemisms abound, but the line is delivered in a Clint Eastwood-esque spaghetti western style. Leave it to Puck to bring a touch of the surreal to everything.<br/><br/>Of course, he hadn't a clue that his BFF already knew the movers were coming, or that he was right at the door. He had a knack for synchronicity and improv, but it's not like he's omniscient. His timing is so on par, though, that when he's moving away from the door to Marty and Sarah's room, Scar is approaching it, and he is moving to the door to help coordinate the movers. It's not the first time he's moved about, but it is the first time he's the one who isn't doing the lifting. It felt odd. It might even seem odd, too, from the perspective of his friends, because when dealing with these 'outsiders' Puck actually talks and acts like your average joe.<br/><br/>Of course, his main concern is in making sure that his books and his masks had arrived undamaged. He had spent so much on, like, bubble wrap, and those little peanut-things and heavy duty boxing and had kind of gotten a little crazy when it came to ensuring the safety of his preciouses; which is not a word, but that didn't stop Puck from referring to his items as such.