Iona: Dad, it’ll work. My old chair wasn’t even rated as strong, and it floated me down from a higher height with a soft landing.
Sven: Wait, when did you fall in your old chair? You never told me about that.
Iona: It was a test I did by myself! Just to find out.
Sven: . . .
Okay. We’ll get you girls down, and we’ll all meet outside by the statue. But we will talk more about this later.