Like everyone else, Aris had turned his gaze toward Patrice and the sacrificial shoe that he'd launched out into the central green. His eyes go wide at the result and he shakes his head adamantly in agreement with Winter and Armani. Nope. Definitely not without their wands. He touches the back of his neck and exhales a small breath, making an effort to lower his voice too.

"Maybe we should throw the other shoe too?" he suggests, "Somewhere closer to the perimeter? So we can, like...at least guess how far that thing's reach is?" He considers this, then adds, "Or one of us could give Winter a piggyback so we can go the long way?"

Why, yes, this is a serious suggestion.