Unless I fall and break my head open, I'm definitely making it at least a few laps. Bitty's being nice, but he's pink cheeked and smiling and I can tell he really wants to do this, and I want to do it for him. I keep tight hold of his hand as I follow him out onto the ice, one foot after the other.

Pushing one foot forward an experimental few inches, my eyes widen, and I fling out a hand to grip the wall, too. "How does anyone do this?" I ask with another laugh, eyes widening further when I see the young girl spinning in the air in the middle of the ice.

"Can I watch you?" I ask Bitty. "Leaping about's not part of it, right?"