"We'll be goin' fast enough, and when you guys get used to it we can see how things go," Oliver promised with a laugh, then patted the seat behind him. "Climb on, bug. We won't go anywhere until you're settled but let's see what's comfortable for you."
Jack eased the snowmobile back in with a huge grin on his face, breaking smoothly as he neared and sliding his sunglasses back up again. "That scarf is loud," he told Oliver, gesturing with his head as he laughed. "I could see you clear across the yard. I mean, I'm sure that's the point, but wow."
"What? You don't think orange is my color?" Oliver challenged, one brow going up.
"I don't think orange is anybody's color," Jack retorted, shifting on the seat to make more room for Juno. "So what's the plan? Town, right?"