"It was never gonna be you versus me," Avi says to Aquila, helping her get up.
They lock lips as a voice over the arena's speakers interrupts them. "Ahem. The game mode you selected requires a single winner. No winner, no crown."
"You love me, right," asks a chipper Avi.
"You will take victory from my cold, dead hands," says a chipper Aquila.

The battle continues, Avi and Aquila in equal pursuit of each other around the arena.

Later, outside, on a bench in front of a hedge, the group reflects on the game.
"I hate the annual laser tag game," says a frustrated Inger Lint.
"You just hate losing," says Doc Robin.
"Couldn't be me," says Avi, wearing a red paper crown, Aquila's arm around his shoulders, "big fan of winning."
"So you do this every year?" an excited Annie asks.