"Come on Barbie let's go party!" He calls back over his shoulder while they warble the appropriate reply, starting up the next verse on their own.

It's beautiful.

"Well I was gonna do Sir Mixalot's "Baby got Back" but then there was an argument over doing that OR Anaconda and this way no one's offended." He shrugs, turning around to jog through the next curve backward. "WHAT ARE WE MADE OF?"

"PLASTIC!"

"WHAT IS LIFE?"

"FANTASTIC!"

Back around to face forward and he's- he shouldn't be smiling THIS much but it feels good. Having a squad again.