[Iris beams. This is why she loves you, Mira.]

Girl after me own 'earts. I can't remember offhand if it were the cute werewolf pup or the stonefaced copper that requested the ice rink, but I'm glad someone thought of it. It's in the teaching annexe, up on deck - wear trousers, unless you're all right with ice burns on your legs.

See you there in five.

[She'll be waiting. With rum-laced hot chocolate for after.]