Don’t tap on the glass, ever. Especially not by the peacocks, as there is a peacock named Rasa that will come get your if you so much as breathe on the glass.

“Remind me again why we’re in America,” Jun asked, dragging his feet. “That plane ride was so long we better be doing something awesome.”

Rasa ran over the checklist in his hand. Beach ball? Check. Sun block? Check. Cooler with sandwiches and drinks? Check, check, double check.

“J-hyo just make up your mind already. I’m tired of you spewing beta particles everywhere.” Rasa winces as he gets his by yet another positron.