"We should do something without hospitals! Once you're better, I mean; clearly everything will involve hospitals until you're released."
Hmm. Troy made a face. He had ideas, most of them dangerous, and-- well, there was time. Time to come up with something that did not involve sails or flight or obstacle golf.
...wait, obstacle golf was from a dystopian novel. It didn't exist (but it really ought to, even if Huxley's world was otherwise completely horrifying).
Right. He'd gone silent. "...if only obstacle golf existed," he said aloud. "But alas."