“Well, that sounds awesome.” He can kind of perfectly imagine her doing something so badass, and he kind of wants to tell her about how he took out literal monsters with his nail-studded bat, but it seems like sort of an awkward thing to spring on someone out of the blue.

“I’ll keep an eye out if you wanna take a few whacks at the clown,” he says with a laugh. Soon enough they’re close enough for him to smell the gas from the go-karts, and he looks over at her excitedly. “I’ll have to get you something with my tickets. How do you feel about disappearing ink? Or one tiny plastic soldier?”