Marc put his toe on the pedal and let her keep feeding it while he worked the pedal and found the proper speed again. "Think about dancing. One, two, three, four. Steps. Like music. Not too fast."
He frowned at the idea of bunk beds. "Never had a bed high enough to drop it off of. Did it outside the window, off the roof of the bloody dormer. There y'go, that's better. Just focus on the hand part. Takes practice." His toe moved in even rhythm, careful and sure. "Bunk beds?"