“Oh well if you promise,” she smiled slyly at him, shoving her feet back into her shoes. She could make a comment about how of course his dad rented the space, couldn’t give your daughter’s friends the use of your shit for free, could you? But she was much more interested in hearing what Avery thought about things than in bitching about his dad (for now), and as she caught up with him at the door she offered her hand, fingers open, so he could weave his fingers through hers. “Do you ride the horses?”