Bash takes a long moment to evaluate his life choices over the course of the last year in light of finding a potential answer to how in fuck's name he managed to end up here. Not as in Disney World. (Though, yeah. He definitely has some incredulous questions on that topic too. Rich kid school is nuts.) But as in tripping over his own feet next to someone who consistently puts up with his short attention span and talks in movie references. Cause - huh. He laughs, muffles a whole lot of discordant noise into Lucas' side that, with proximity, is probably translated with relative ease into: "Holy shit, Ilikeyouthemost."

Then he clears his throat and straightens himself up to his full - and decidedly unimpressive - height, nodding in mock solemnity. "Yeah, I feel like maybe we could swing it. And one last run to Star Tours too."