They look across the table at each other. Someone says, You wanna...? and someone else says, Sure, why not? Off go the Lamoureuxes, clutching their shovels and sticks beneath the stars, down the embankment to the place where they first snatched life with their own hands. They're old enough now. They know how rare this frozen playground is.
It's the same as it was. It's completely changed. Where are all the kids?
Don't ever, ever attempt to spawn an athletic dynasty. But just maybe, when no one's looking, dig a ditch.