"Maybe they have watermelon," Quen was saying. "We could share a watermelon. You could cut it and we could both have half, and then we can spit the seeds at hovercabs." She was even worse at aiming watermelon seeds than magic, but that didn't stop her from trying. And maybe she was actually really good at it. She couldn't see where her seeds landed, and the boys she spat them with would never actually admit that she won.
When Liyal nudged her, she laughed. She knew the signal, and she didn't take it seriously. Liy had poor taste in boys; it was probably a lucky thing for him that he preferred girls. Still, she said "All right, Liy. Tell me about him."