It may have been cheering for the other team, but Errol still mouthed "Well done," to Beauty after her turn. She seemed to be getting the hang of it quickly.
Unlike Errol, who had managed straight gutter balls so far and felt resigned to them for the rest of the day. But that was all right, he supposed. The point was to be out with friends, wasn't it? Even though they had divided themselves into teams and set themselves against each other. It was amusing enough, though he was certain that his lack of skill at the game would not endear him to either Peter or Piotr.
He could live with that, especially after Beauty's kiss and the happily casual way that she'd said those words: That doesn't mean I don't still love you.
Errol could perhaps be forgiven for being a bit distracted after that.