"You can't honestly tell me," Leonard was saying, trying to suppress his laughter, "that in both of your tours in the League of the Assassins, you never learned how to ice skate."
"Shut up," Sara said, gripping his arm so tightly that Leonard was concerned she might be cutting off blood circulation to his hand.
"I'm serious! You can kill someone twice in less than a second, you've survived being hit by the heat gun and the cold gun — sorry about that, by the way. I feel like you were missing something fairly crucial by not learning how to skate."
Sara glanced up briefly to glare at him before wobbling on her ice skates and quickly turning her eyes back to the rink.
"Of all the things we could have done, why'd we pick ice skating," Sara complained, allowing herself to be pulled across the ice by Leonard.
"I don't know what you're talking about, Sara," Jax said, skating in circles around them, "I'm having fun."
"So am I," Ray grinned, joining them, "This has been our best day off yet."
"Speak for yourself," Sara grumbled.
"By the way," he continued, "Where's Rory?"
"He's still recovering from the last day off," Leonard explained, "besides, I didn't exactly think that Mick and an ice rink would go well."
"Lucky bastard," Sara muttered.
"We can go if you want. I don't want you to be miserable," Then he added, "I don't want you to ruin everyone else's fun."
Sara rolled her eyes and shook her head.
"No," she said, "now I'm determined to figure out how to do this. Like you said, this is, like, the one thing I don't know how to do."
"I'm pretty sure you need to let go of me to do that," Leonard smirked.
"No way in hell, crook."