Noah, Courfeyrac, a frisbee. Potential Bunansa siblings / Basch
"Well, but there's just now." Courfeyrac grins. "I can give it a go." and he pauses. "I'll try not to go TOO hard on anyone, seeing as you've got to head in to work in a bit too." A part of him's hoping that Aedan or someone willing to let him hang around a bit longer will turn up here at some point if Balthier or Basch doesn't want to stick around themselves.
It's nice to just be out here for now, after all, and relaxing a little. He's had his head full of both Rostand in English translation and his blocking, including an added fight out in the aisles that's been interesting to run with guys who haven't been fencing since they were children, and he's been mid tech rehearsals for a few days now, so the chance to be outside and not stuck in a theatre for hours IS kind of fantastic. Not that he's not looking forward to the show's opening next week, but the waiting around IS getting kind of...meh.
He's sprinting a little ahead, looking back at Noah. "Does this seem like a good distance, or..."