"Hell, no, if I'm up on roller skates, you're up on roller skates," Hopper answers. "The both of you."

They're inside the carnival gates now, with the fairway rides and games spreading out before them. He sort of wants to get himself a beer right off the bat, but he's trying to drink less lately, trying not to let that shit part of him always get the better, so he pushes that aside for now. Later. That's when he can have one. At a much more reasonable time.

"Games first?" he asks. "Someone needs to win me a pink teddy bear before this day is through."