“Oh, geez....” Now having little choice in the matter, Sam dropped into the nearest unoccupied seat (still separated from her new friend---which the boy was by necessity, since a person didn't discuss things like moose, bear, monster truck BATTLE ROYALE with anyone who wasn't a friend, especially at 3:33 am---by the seat the coins had been on, and the seat her bag still filled) to consider the questions very seriously. “I'm not sure if I'd bet on the bear or the moose. Prrrobably the bear, to be honest? They can run faster than the moose, which means the moose wouldn't get the distance to use its charge to great effect. And it really depends on the monster truck, but if it's the kind of monster truck people can buy tickets to ride at fairs and things? The moose and bear team.”

That little flicker of concern cued a warm smile, even as Sam waved it away. “It doesn't hurt for long. And you're right! It's a little better where there's more padding, though I was pleasantly surprised to find it's not bad along the back of the ankle... except for the way I annoyed my tattoo artist because I couldn't keep still. My feet just jittered, and I couldn't control it.”