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The pond in the Park, Sunday afternoon

The flamingos were swooping. Soaring. Sliding. Skating. You'd think they'd never heard of Florida.

Dinah had her skates on. And was wobbling, wavering, and whoa'ing.

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"Remind me why I agreed to this?" Griff asked, standing very still in his skates as he watched the far more able flamingos dance about.

"'Cause it's seasonal and festive and we didn't know there'd be pink birds mocking us?" Dinah said, tottering over to him, clip-clop, clip-clop.

"Right, seasonal," he repeated, sliding forward a half step and waving his arms to keep his balance. "It's not fair you do so well at this."

"You call this well?" Dinah asked, still swaying with every step, feet skidding back and forth. She held out her arms to Griff, giggling. "I think it's not fair the flamingos are the Ice Capades stars!"

"Is your rear numb yet from smacking the ice?" Griff grinned, taking another skid forward.

"Ha!" Dinah hooted, and almost fell, one foot sliding forward, then another backward. "We should, maybe we should push off? Just kinda slide and forget about steering?" Because that could only end well.

"That's brilliant," Griff replied brightly, holding his arms open in front of him. "And then we can sort of shoot out over the ice."

"Yes!" Dinah grabbed his arms, then looked thoughtful, looking excited. "Want me to push you? Or you push me?"

"If we both push off, we can both go!" Griff suggested, wondering just how badly this could go.

"Okay!" Dinah took a breath, and said, "3... 2...1!" And puuuuushed!

Griff pushed offer her as hard as he could, which on ice, wasn't so hard. "Ahh!" He promptly fell on his ass.

Dinah pushed off Griff, and was spun around, laughing, then felt to her knees, then her stomach with a whomp! as she lost her balance. "Ahhhgggh!" Ow, ow. Still funny, though.

Even with the pain to his rear, Griff was laughing pretty hysterically at Dinah's fall. "I take back you being better!"

"Shut uuuup," Dinah invited him, and got to her hands and knees, then sat back on her skates. "Okay. Okay. Just gotta--" The skates slid out from under her as she tried to stand, and she landed on her butt again. "Ow! You know, pillows? Not looking like a bad idea!"

"Pillows?" Griff repeated through his laughter, not following her thoughts there.

"Karla said she was going to magic some to follow me around," Dinah said, very unsteadily regaining her feet. Step. Step. Sliiiiide over to Griff... stop now, stop any time! "Eeeee!"

"Careful, Dinah, careful!" Griff tried pushing himself out of her way, but his gloves didn't offer much traction where he was sitting on the ice.

Arms flailing away, Dinah tried to use her legs, TK, and entire body to stop herself, and finally skidded to a stop right next to him... only to over-balance and fall over his feet. "Awww, man!" Thud.

And there was some more laughter for Dinah's benefit. "Really, I think we should stick to land-based activities. No matter how wintry this is."

"At least until they install railings around this place."

A flamingo slid by, doing an arabesque.

"Or the flamingos leave." Dinah grinned at Griff. "Cocoa time?"