Kevin glanced up at her again, his lips twisted a little in uncertainty. "It's like..." he started, and paused, trying to think of a way to describe the thing he'd made without making it sound dumb. "I don't know, I guess like a... dreamcatcher. You know? But not as stupid as it sounds. I hope." He eyed Cess cautiously in the hope that she would at least have a semi-positive reaction. He was way too wary around Cessily now, out of the desire to nurture this budding friendship and not totally fuck it up.
Her suggestion, though, was met with the most skeptical eyebrow-raise Kev had ever given. "The bouncy thing?" he repeated. "Me? You're not serious, right?" He certainly hoped she wasn't -- Kevin Ford and bouncy castles were not two things that belonged in the same sentence or even the same paragraph. Or the same book, if he was going to carry the metaphor that far.