Scotty turned his head again, lifting himself up just a little to be able to get a look at Ivy. "Wait wait wait wait wait. What's the Devil's Pool? I need to hear about that shit right now."
He was smiling as he settled again, mentally agreeing with everything she said about jumping and adrenaline, and finding that he was kind of disappointed that he didn't know any of this about Ivy sooner, and also that they couldn't run out and do some of this shit now. "Flyboarding is fly as hell," he thought out loud, then snickered. "Sorry, the word fly was already there and I went with it. That shit's cool, though. I've been once or twice. And fucking waterboarding? That's cook shit. But I don't know, the skydiving's probably the craziest. I climbed into some stupid fucking places to tag shit when I was younger, but... I don't know, yo."
He wanted to say that both of them facing down a literal monster was probably up there, but it seemed like they were leaving that subject alone for now, and that was fine.