The second their makeshift chair starts glowing, Lydia's up and off of it like it might accidentally set her ass on fire. But then everything else starts moving and, hey, guess this is as good a place as any when most other places run the risk of getting punted by their gigantic classmates.

This really wasn't on the prom flyers.

"So we're supposed to haul this thing," she says, and the tone doesn't quite reach questioning. Because obviously they're supposed to haul this thing. It's just that the whole action seems very dubious, considering the size ratios they've been given.