He frowned. "Bungee jumping? Jesus, Al, never in a million years," he said, skirting past the issue that yes, eleven year olds could fly brooms, and far better than he could. He didn't need that dent to his ego. "You actually did that?" he asked incredulously.
As she burst into laughter, Robbie rolled his eyes. "Trust you to be so caring and supportive." He pouted. "Maybe we're finished now. Don't need to fluff up another landing and make you fall off your broom in a giggle fit, do I?"