Pym was running about, exploring every inch of the going ons of the party. He'd never really celebrated the 4th of July like this. Of course he knew it was Independence Day but he was raised in a dome in the Arctic Circle.

He skidded to a stop once he came across someone who didn't look very excited to be at a party. And what was that on her shoulder?

Pym pointed at the green animal. "What's that?"