"Uh, they better," said Cal, making a face. Even now, he didn't seem to take anything too seriously. He was a little whiny, but his sarcasm was shining through rather than any real fear. His heart was pounding in his chest and he was beginning to think that yes, maybe this really was a problem. Maybe the walls really were closing in and they really were going to die.
Better make a face about feeding the dog, then.
"We could just have a party. Maybe if we dance well enough we'll appease the clown gods enough to open a door that actually leads somewhere useful," he said flatly.