"You both suck," Lydia says, and scrabbles herself onto the top of the balloon, getting her feet under her and rising slowly. She stands for a second, arms outstretched, looking slightly unstable and very dubious. Okay. Question now is jump to the top of next one over or try to go for a pull-up.

"God, that's so fucking high in the air." She reaches up for a string, tugs it to test for non-existent buoyancy. Then shakes her head and makes a less-than-graceful leap onto a blue balloon that's just off to the left and a couple inches higher. "This kid's the actual worst."