Orsino cast an idle glance to where Seven had caused the birds to take flight. Now she had resigned to howling at them and jumping around in circles before galloping over to a tree. Knowing she wouldn't wander far, Orsino let out a long breath and eased back onto his elbows, propping himself up. Penny had a point - the weather was rarely this fine, especially when one actually wanted it to be.
"Ice cream has nothing to do with it," he said mildly, his right hand tearing at the grass and tossing it into a small pile. "Though I suppose if leg length is the issue you could always ask the goblins at Gringotts to come along."
He chuckled, raising an eyebrow. "Oh, you know, I hate to brag." Playfully narrowing his eyes at her, he rolled his head back and forth a few times, stretching a few kinks out.