Simon mutters what I know is a spell and then has to yank his skate free of the ice. Holding onto his hand so he doesn't just topple right over, I try and completely fail to bite back a laugh, attempting to hide it behind my hand.

"They can fix it, yes," I assure him, loosely slinging an arm around his middle so he can lean on me as he pulls his other skate free. "They'll bring in a zamboni soon and resurface the whole rink. I can't believe you actually melted it, that's amazing. Have you ever melted anything else on accident before?"