Marco put on a small smile and decided that if Jack was bringing up his worst living accommodations, he wasn't sure he wanted to play. It seemed weird to brag that when he was grabbed he was living on a cot in a storeroom, and that was a step up from where he'd been before. He knew Juno could relate. They'd talked about being on the street before. It wasn't like being lower class was unfamiliar to either of them. Instead he cleared his throat and popped another fry in his mouth, before looking at Juno. "Okay, good. Then we have a palace," he agreed.
He looked back at Jack curiously at his useless facts. He, too, wondered how someone could determine that every bear was lefthanded. "I never thought of bears having dominant hands... paws?" He made a face, then announced "I want to play." He tried to recall something that might count as a useless fact, his eyes absently scanning the ceiling as he thought. It took a minute. "Cows can't walk down stairs," he settled on. It was the best he could come up with at a moment's notice.