He skidded to a sloppy halt a few inches away from her. Hands grappling at the railing, Sam steadied himself. Stopping after going fast was hard too. How skating was something that people did all the time for fun without killing themselves, Sam would never know. "You," he declared, "are a cheater." There, he said it. And he wasn't afraid to admit it either, since it was true. She had distracted him before taking a quick run off and winning their little game. It was unfair.
Still, also hot.
"I think I'll buy myself a hot chocolate for playing fairly," Sam informed her. He was teasing her, definitely, even if he was trying to play it off like he wasn't. Sam stepped onto the ground floor, surprised by the sudden change in the feel of the ground beneath his feet. Weird.
"You can have a taste if you're nice," he called over his shoulder, moving over to fetch their shoes. Oh, shoes. He was missing his shoes right now. He could walk in those. Right now, he was sort of hobbling along. Skates were also weird.