"I saw. She floated a cup." Brian wrinkled his nose. "Very flashy," he said, which was his way of being jealous about it. He'd like to be able to float things.

He shifted absentmindedly closer to Wens, who was warm, and sighed happily. Lying down like this, his nose was right up next to the grass, and it smelled lovely.

"...wish I had a sleeping bag right now," he said with a sigh.