Buford grabbed his skates and headed to the Flynn-Fletcher house. The day was ripe for ice hockey, and he was going to bury every one of his ameteur friends.
"Guys, guys! The lake freezed ova'!" He slammed open the gate. "Getchyur skates and sticks."
Then he had a better look around. "What the-"
The brothers had already turned their backyard into an icy tower, and at the top, Isabella was doing expert-level pirouettes.
"Hey." She grinned when she noticed him. "We've already done hockey, you know - but can you figure skate?"
A pause. Then, "Bring it, girly!"