"Yeah, that is totally not going to work," April spoke up from where she'd been standing inconspicuously off to the side. In one hand was a sweaty glass of half-drunk lemonade, in the other was a sugar bowl, saved from disaster at the last moment.

"Go ahead, pinch yourself. Get a slap in. No dice, and I should know. I've tried it all and I've only been here like three hours."