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[shortofcrazy]

Riley is flopped on his back a few hundred yards from the lakeshore, hands folded comfortably over his chest. The remains of a shared snack are scattered across the makeshift blanket (his track jacket, spread across the grass).

"Preeetty sure that one's a banana split," he disagrees. "I mean, ignoring the mechanics of how there are even clouds at the end of the universe."

All in all, a thoroughly satisfying late afternoon.