If Crozier hadn't developed a twitch before now, this weekend was going to put the final nail into that coffin. He looked at the soda in his hand, then around for somewhere to place it.

"I'm working," he grumbled, finally setting the drink onto the ground. He went back to making marks on his notepad, pointedly ignoring his partner who was filling his head with candyfloss.

"You're going to be sick. You still have to ride the damn coaster, remember?"