Bash snorts as he tugs Lucas a bit closer by their joined hands, sidestepping a wailing lump of screaming toddler that drops itself down onto the pavement with selectively superhuman skill. "You're obviously delusional and I'm concerned for you."

He stops for a second, up on the curb and reveling in his extra three inches of height. "I dunno," he hums, nose wrinkling up in very deep thought. "There's some good bits in Return of the Jedi." Okay, they're mostly involving strangulation while wearing bikinis or embarrassing in their use of select phrases he isn't precisely ready to repeat verbally - but there are definitely some promising bits potentially worthy of double secret expulsion.