Lucas flops down practically on top of the nearest Junior Azurcrest, a bit like the world's third tallest building toppling over. Used to be, he'd be the one on the bottom of the bird pile, grumbling and uncomfortable. Now he's the one starting it. Come one, come all.

"Did you know," he starts, shoving colorful candy into his mouth and not looking at all like he just It's Free Real Estated someone's personal space. "That you're more likely to get hit by a meteorite than attacked by a shark?" He lifts his brow, tilting his head. Very important information Lucas, thank you.