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Any other time and that sort of line likely would have resulted in a rousing sing-a-long, even if it was strictly one sided. Today, however, Roland's joke was met with a twitch of a smile and roll of her eyes as they headed towards the elevator.

Snowboarding sounded tricky, but really, why not? "I dunno, never tried either. But We can find out maybe?" For now though, she had her heart set on a pair of skates and the polished ice of a rink.

The elevator doors slid open into the lobby, and Peyton stepped out, hands sinking into her pockets.

The rink and rentals was right next door, so it didn't take long at all to wander over and pick up a pair of skates each. Peyton had picked figure skates, lacing them up tightly. She stood at the edge of the rink on the little rubber pad designed especially to make it safe to walk on with blades fastened to the bottom of your feet. It had been years, years since she'd done this, and now she wondered if she remembered how.

Ladies first. Peyton gave a look that was lost somewhere between amusement and something sadder. She just wasn't herself, and all at once she was sorry for it. Roland hadn't done anything, and though she wasn't taking anything out on him, she really wasn't trying all that hard to be good company either.

After a quiet moment she aimed a somewhat larger smile at him, reassuring but mostly forced, though with any luck he wouldn't notice the latter. "Watch me fall right on my a**."

Cautiously she stepped out on the ice, and there was a wobbly moment where she had to relearn how to balance on the skates, but when she regained her balance she seemed steady. It was slow going, getting the feel of being on ice after so many years, but after a handful of minutes she seemed to have gotten it.

Stopping, she waited for Roland to chance the ice to come out and join her.

"Well, I guess that'd just be fitting for my luck lately." It was said quietly, almost a whisper. More for herself than a response to Roland's comment.

She watched him creep out onto the ice, hands slipping into her pockets since she didn't currently need them for balance. An unfortunate choice, since moments later the Mist came stumbling forward and collided with her, sending them both crashing down onto the ice.

Luck had her falling on her back, and she gave a very startled yelp as she landed, stunned. It was luck that kept her head from bouncing off the ice, and she'd somehow avoided landing on her tailbone. It meant she was stunned, but not hurt.

"Gotta tie those tighter, buddy." Slowly the tension left her body, and as Roland set to securing his laces, Peyton settled against the ice. Just a moment, gave directed up and into the sky, then she was sitting up again.

"The record shall hence forth reflect that Roland Taft is a klutz." At least now she was smiling. The offered hand was taken, and with his help she got her skates under her again, balance regained a second or two after. "Thanks."

Releasing his hand, she'd glide a little ways away from him, and leaning into a neat little turn. "Everything seems to be in working condition, so I think I'm alright."

She shifted her feet experimentally, inching backwards. Slow at first, but steadily going faster until she was sliding along at a nice, leisurely pace. It was very much like roller skating in most ways, and not at all in others.

Poor Roland just couldn't catch a break. The question about her home town chased the smile away until it was just a shell of it's former glory, and she dropped her gaze, watching her feet as she slid along backwards. "Oregon, though we moved around a lot after my mom did." This was never a topic she was especially chatty about. "I didn't do much ice skating."

She would feel things getting awkward again, and it really wasn't Ro's fault. It was her's, her sour mood, no matter how justified it might be. He was trying so hard though. "We went roller skating though, quite a few times."

"Rinks were the best," she agreed, glad for the change of topic. Swaying back and forth as she slid smoothly over the ice. "Smooth, the music, the snacks and arcade." She'd taken Astrid a few times, it'd been fun.

The pause wasn't interrupted, though she wished she would have as he continued. "No, it's okay. You didn't know." There was nothing for him to have to apologize for. She was the one that was overly sensitive about her home life, and she was the one acting weirdly now. Roland wasn't doing anything wrong. The poor Mist was just trying to nice, supportive, and she was making it so hard on him.

Lips pursed, she looked up. "I'm sorry, I'm not great company." A small hand touched his arm. "Thank you for coming with me so I didn't have to be alone. I do appreciate it, even if it doesn't really show."

She blinked at him, slightly taken a back, not at all sure where this business of running off or forgetting was coming from. "I'm not going anywhere, Roland. I'm not gunna forget you. You're my friend." She frowned at him, sliding to a slow stop, as she cocked her head to one side. "I'm not mad at you."

Her hand remained on his arm, a soft weight as she drew him to a stop beside her so she could turn and face him, looking up. "My bad mood, it's not because of you." pale eyes searched his face for understanding. "You know that, right?"

"Those didn't have anything to do with you, Roland. That was me, my issues." Her fingers wrapped into the sleeve of his jacket briefly before loosening and sliding down until she was folding her arms across her stomach. "After the spar you said something that made me think, wondering about myself. The mexico thing was because... I felt bad. It sounded kind of like a date, but I'd just gotten together with Noah..." She looked away, not meeting his eye now.

"You just gotta be there and be a good friend, and everything'll be fine, okay?"