[ Tylor watches the dart go flying, to the tune of an impressed whistle. It's cut short by the distant yelp when he winces for whoever that poor soul was. His smile is back by the time his gaze swings back to Bear. ]

Wow, that's really impressive! But well, no one says we have to complete it. Come on, what do you say? Some fresh air might do you some good.

[ The end is capped off with a casual reach to ruffle his hair, even if he has to stand or take steps as he talks to make it possible. Just like he had when Bear's hair had been white and he'd been far shorter, the touch is light and filled with reassuring warmth if Bear accepts it. ]

You can even bring the darts!