Oh god, the thirteen-year-old girl inside me has NOT SHUT UP since last night. She's too busy doing cartwheels! I couldn't even do cartwheels when I was thirteen!

(For the record, Gen is not lying about the rest of the theater being there for the Yuletide fic. I said something about the fifty thousand word Yuletide fic I wanted as we were walking out, and a girl across the theater shot up and shouted "YULETIDE YES!")