"I'm vetoing riding on stilt elephants," Marco interjected. "Those things are creepy." He's had a conversation with Lennon about that recently, he was pretty sure. He wasn't a big fan of the stuff Dali had done.
He tried not to roll his eyes when he was told yet again that he could avoid nudity if he wanted to, but this time he actually did look away, figuring that maybe Felix just didn't want to be seen naked, but was putting it on Marco rather than just saying so. He used the opportunity to push himself up onto his feet. He absently brushed off his butt as he stood, turning his attention to the sky instead. "I don't think we're gonna beat the rain home, but we can at least beat it to the platform thing?" He looked to the platform, like he could see through the museum. "I think I'm gonna message someone and see if they can make us lunch or something. I... Where'd I leave my shoes...?"