"Back here," Jake said from the doorway. The bartender gave him a pointed glance, to which Jake rolled his eyes, pointed at the threshold and his feet firmly behind it, and promptly began to ignore the man. "I'm gonna go get some shoes and find a ball. Since we're all here now." He figured Dinah would want a moment with Snake. Grown-ups always did. But he gave Snake a friendly grin and a wave before turning the smile to Dinah and walking back towards the counter.
The shoes were easy enough, and soon Jake was scouring the racks of balls, looking for a twelve-pounder that fit his hand. That would take a bit more time, since his hand was smaller than that weight category usually called for.