A Roller Skating Rink, Baltimore, Saturday Afternoon

[seveninchmotto]

It was the weekend, which was a time for fun, and sometimes fun meant seeking out new experiences. And that was why Isabelle had grabbed Flick to go out to a roller skating place today. She'd been ice skating a time or two when she'd been a tiny kid, but this would be new. She was adopting a new philosophy with regards to her time in Fandom, and that had a lot to do with trying out new activities. Like a mundie girl.

She smiled at Flick while they were entering the building. "Ever been to one of these?"

[ooc: NFB due to off-the-islandness, for the boy and massive SP!]

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[flickofthewrist]

"I don't think I've ever been within fifty miles of one of these," Flick answered, glancing around after they'd walked in. "Jude might have wanted to go at some point but we never did. Bicycles were good enough."

[seveninchmotto]

"I've never even had a bicycle, either," Isabelle shared as she took a curious look around the place. Seemed to be a decent amount of people around, but not too crowded. Skate rental, snack bar, the works. "Never needed one."

[flickofthewrist]

"Were you using the internet again to even find a place like this?" Flick wondered, looking over at her. "I honestly didn't even think they still existed."

He'd obviously been wrong.

[seveninchmotto]

"In the mundane world, the internet knows everything, Flick," she told him with a brief smile. "So... yes."

But it was possible she'd seen one in some clip from a seventies movie first.

[flickofthewrist]

"I can't believe I let you bring me here," Flick said, shaking his head. "Though, maybe it'll be fun to watch you try and skate only to fall on your ass."

Which subtly meant he wasn't going to be skating if he could help it. But it also meant he was going to laugh at her, yes.

[seveninchmotto]

"One, I won't be falling on my ass," Isabelle told him very decisively. "Two, who says you're not going to be skating right along with me?"

Did he really think he was going to get to avoid that that easily?

[flickofthewrist]

"I say I'm not going to be skating right along with you," Flick said because yes, he thought he'd be able to avoid it that easily. "I figured I'd stay on the sidelines, maybe order some food and watch you not fall."

He still thought she'd be falling.

[seveninchmotto]

"Then maybe you should have said that before we got here."

Maybe he already had.

Maybe she had totally ignored that on purpose.

[flickofthewrist]

"I am not a skater, sweetheart," Flick quipped, shaking his head. "I'll just stick to the snack bar or maybe play some pool if they have a table or something."

Because he was going to really try and not get on the skating floor, yes.

[seveninchmotto]

"Then why exactly did I bring you here, babe?" Isabelle retorted with a exaggeratedly raised eyebrow. "Surely I don't need an audience."

She needed an audience a lot of the time.

[flickofthewrist]

"Because you enjoy my company, pumpkin," Flick retorted. "And because you love audiences. You want to be admired and adored and worshipped. You do."

[seveninchmotto]

"You didn't sound like you were planning to worship me, though," Isabelle pointed out with another glance around the place, just verifying where the skate rental was. She was already wondering how unattractive the skates were going to be. "Quite the opposite."

[flickofthewrist]

"Maybe laughing was part of the worshipping process," Flick told her easily. "Let's put it this way, if I were the one skating and I fell flat on my face, would you laugh or would you rush to me, concerned for my health and well being?"

Be honest, Isabelle.

[seveninchmotto]

"I would laugh, obviously, but then I've made no promises of worshipping you under any circumstances," she replied just as easily. "So it's not really the same at all."

[flickofthewrist]

"Oh, it's totally the same because I never made promises to worship you either," he reminded her. "I just said that you'd probably love it if I did."

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle rolled her eyes at him.

"Well, I've never even alluded to me worshipping you."

So there.

[flickofthewrist]

"Yes, because that makes it so much better," Flick told her, shaking his head. "I've been properly put in my place now."

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle shrugged and strode forward.

"It just makes it not the same."

[flickofthewrist]

Flick shook his head and followed behind her, taking his time and taking in his surroundings. The snack bar looked promising enough and he was pretty sure he could see some video games off towards the back but the skating rink was the main attraction.

He was just going to let her take charge of the situation here, do what she wanted. In this instance, he was fine with being his quiet, taking it all in self.

[seveninchmotto]

And Isabelle was a born leader in certain respects. She barely even checked to see whether he was following, she just... well, she just assumed he was. Or that at the very least they would find each other again easily.

She headed for the skate rentals.

[flickofthewrist]

Flick was following though he was doing it at a slow pace since he stopped every once in awhile to check out the skating rink and to watch people whiz past him in their socked feet.

He'd get to the skate rentals occasionally. She seemed to know what she wanted.

[seveninchmotto]

He was likely to get there while she was being cheerfully bossy at the staff to find her a decent-looking pair of skates. It was going to take a while, see. Because something about the way she marched up to them and requested a nice-looking pair suggested that it was better to do as she said.

Terrible person.

[flickofthewrist]

"Why does everyone behind the counter look frightened?" Flick asked once he'd sidled up to lean against the desk beside her. "What'd you do?"

Like he couldn't guess.

[seveninchmotto]

"I didn't do anything," Isabelle claimed, mock affronted as she glanced over at him. "I merely asked them to do their job."

[flickofthewrist]

"Uh huh." He didn't believe you, Isabelle. But, he wasn't going to be jumping to the aid of the people behind the counter either. He also wasn't making a move to get his own skates because, yeah.

He was just looking back and forth between Isabelle and the people searching for her skates with an amused look on his face.