"Yeah, Juno and I drew pictures for it, and we were supposed to do something for it but then I broke her and freaked out. I want to go see it for real. Hey, have you ever seen a skeleton?" Marco tried to wipe the bottom of his feet on his jeans, before looking back down the hill, squinting to find his wet socks, but not willing to go back for them. "I don't like my feet right now," he grumbled.