"I think that's maybe what music festivals in the 60s were like," Chase replied with a grin. "That's where my brain went anyway. I've only seen, like, pictures."
He raised a hand, pinching his fingers together in a grabby motion at Kiley's cigarette, obviously wanting to steal a drag. "I'd feel bad if it was puppies. Rabbits would probably be okay, but really hard to catch, and if we missed getting all of the puppies before dark I'd feel really bad. And we'd all have to have, like....a hundred puppies in each of our rooms." He didn't sound too bothered by that idea, the grin staying. "Min would probably hate it."