Chicken little? Noah decided not to ask, figuring that must be some obscure kid thing. It had been quite a while since he'd been Ledger's age, after all. He probably looked clueless after that remark, but at least the kid didn't question him about it.
"I'm gonna be a soldier," Noah replied gamely, not really minding the questions that much. That was about as dressed up as he planned to get, and it wouldn't take a lot of effort, either. Camo pants, olive drab shirt, a couple smears of facepaint, maybe even an unloaded rifle slung over his shoulder. Simple.
He was glad that Ledger was willing to let go of the notion of laser tag without a tantrum or even whining about it-- kid whining had to be one of his least favorite things ever. "Yeah, that sounds good," he said when the playground was suggested as an alternate. "You never get too old to swing."
When Vienna leaned into him, he put an arm around her and gave her a cheeky little grin. "I thought so," he said of his save.