Lackadaisical.

"I always keep it in my truck in case of emergencies," I said as I hefted the gallon of strawberry-scented bubble solution out from behind my seat.

With only a little further ado, Bonster and I took the lift up to the top floor of the Institute parking structure, where we proceeded to blow bubbles out over the sidewalk. Actually, there was a bit of a headwind, so we found that waving the wand majestically resulted in higher quality bubbles than blowing. Cassie joined us until she had to go to class and dropped her ninja-on-a-parachute a few times just for kicks.

The entertainment doubled when we started attracting a crowd. One of the Institute teachers was constructing spiritual messages to accompany how the bubbles descended and pointing us out to people walking by. I felt like all of the people craning their necks up at us were waiting for us to jump or whatever the cheerful alternative is.

It was like a movie, an awesome, awesome movie.

Listening to: "BEST Cartoon Theme Songs EVER!!!"
Reading: Falcondance by Amelia Atwater-Rhodes