Uh. [He's-- loving the enthusiasm there, Magnus. Carefully leaning to the side, Barry peers through the open tent flap, wincing as a pair of pants goes flying. It's almost immediately followed by a pillow.]

What, someone else get stuck in a tree? If- it's okay, big guy. She's got stuff to do, I can wait. [An hour's got nothing on a decade, this is fine. He's fine.

Mostly.]

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