Momentarily distracted by the rhythm game he's playing on his phone (headphones mercifully plugged in), Aristotle doesn't respond immediately, but he's beaming when he looks up and joins the conversation. "There are four of us," he points out cheerfully, apparently unfazed by the fact that Harrison volunteered him, "I want to be a middle spoon!" Really, how often does that opportunity come around?

He pauses to consider Trudy's question before scooting closer to her in the small tent, "So show us the bones!"