"Not the pink ones," Miri argued at Lee. "Do green. Or red. Something."
"Well try the pink," Lee said, ignoring everyone but Ylva. "And if you don't like that, then we'll work our way through the color wheel."
When Ylva asked Rhiannon about Tristan Lee cleared his throat delicately from Ylva's feet as he worked on getting her into the shoes and the laces tied up to her ankles.
Rhiannon glared at him. "I, ah, have seen Tristan a few times. We've been..."
"Doing it like the pidgeons," Lee finished for her. "Making out like bandits!"
"We have not!" Rhiannon said, then blushed again. "He's very sweet."