"Darn it, Ronan," Noah complains, squirming away from him and scrubbing a hand through his hair to try and fix it. One headlock is enough, and he switches spots with Adam, putting Adam in the middle of them and looking around him to give Ronan the stink eye.

"I've never been to Saskatchewan," he explains, his voice full of melancholy. He glances at Adam out of the corner of his eye, and adds, "Drinking is boring anyway. We could do paintball. Ooh, or laser tag."