By the time they had finished playing, the sun had gone down and the evening light was beginning to fade behind the horizon, but Orion had enjoyed it immensely and it felt like the most fun he'd had in ages. He landed next to Belle and climbed off his broom, using the sleeve of his black sweater to wipe some sweat off his brow, not worried because he could wash it later. A big grin spread across his lips at Belle's exclamation and he rolled up the sleeves of his sweater, as she took her jumper off. "I'm sure the kitchen will have leftovers. We can always check."