"Am I." He shakes his skull in mild if restrained awe, cupping the rounded bottom of his chin in the palm of one hand as he leans up against the edge of one table. "Still got my phalanges crossed for the first person who realizes they could just make the world's most impenetrable pillow fort outta this mess."

'Cause if anything's worthwhile in all this, it's pillow forts. Above all else.