Going Down: Mickey and James
Mickey grinned, only preening a little at his victory. The djinni wasn't a natural gloater: even when they won with their football team, he was more of the roaring celebrating kind of winner rather than one who would focus on how the other team was taking their loss.
"I'm sure you'll get the hang of it yet," Mickey said, flopping down to sit in one of the snow banks. He used his hand to undo the straps, freeing his feet and kicking off the board. If they were going to get cocoa... "Pretty soon, you'll have me eating snowdust."
Mickey got up and picked up his board. "With some marshmallows," he said. "I could go for some pie, too? You take p-" And then Mickey remembered. "Oh, right. What will you be drinking, then?"