Muttering something about that being better than what she could do to his balls, the unholy grin on Lily's face giving away that she might have picked up a bit of American slang, rather than be discussing bowling balls, she moved to the counter and got them some shoes, as well as paid for two games.
Shaking her head at her husband, she dropped the shoes on a nearby beanch and moved toward the ball racks where he was. "I think he'd have slipped first, poor boy. Those lanes are very slippery."
Reaching James, she wagged her finger. "Jamie, you only get one," she said, tugging one away from him and then making a soft sound of surprise. "Oi, these things are heavy.