"Oh, add that to the list." Lucas pokes a finger forward as Bash drags them both off, because making a mental note of these sorts of things rarely sticks. "The 'Santa Quits His Day Job' folder needs more movies."

They press into the crowd and it doesn't even bother Lucas that much. He's far too preoccupied with how everything inside of him feels light and bouncy and like it'll never settle. So, it's not so hard to just tilt himself slightly as they slip by a huddled family blocking the way.

"It's, like, normal to sit side-by-side, here, right?" He asks, but his question is immediately answered once they've stepped inside, and, somehow, he seems even more delighted than he did before.