A boy named Sous

Dinah slowed down a little bit, trying to hold the glass elegantly. Or not-dorkily. "Heh. You could try?" She looked wistful. "He'd probably see you coming, and then try to hit you, then end up in the pond!" Her voice rose at the end to show how much she liked this idea. Another sip. "He's teaching me stuff. He just has to be snarked at and told he's a prat sometimes."