"Hey... Whatcha doin'?"
Isabella turned, feeling up and down her arms. "Feeding mosquitos," she joked, although part of her could not have been more serious. "You?"
Phineas turned his attention to the sky. "Looking at all these fireflies. Y'know, light pollution isn't always a bad thing."
Next to them, Baljeet entered a rambling of why it most certainly was, and how did they not realize this living so close to a big city?
"Yeah. You're right," agreed Isabella, ignoring him.
"But yeah, can we really do something about those mosquitos?" Phineas agreed, scratching his neck. "Like, now?"