"Well," Keith says, "I'm pretty sure you'd remember that."

It's only a little deadpan -- but the truth of the matter's that Pidge doesn't look like someone who struck her head and crawled out of the woods. She'd had to have been deep, to leave her lion where no amount of treading and retreading could find it. A bulb flickers, red and black and red again -- and Keith's eye snaps back to the booth, over the guns drooping forlorn, the bone-dry targets.

". . . is this the first game you've tried?"