Flint sighs, just a little put-on. "I should've gone to the beach party with you instead."

He glances at Scout. If he were a different person, he might ask his friend to venture into the rink with him. Flint has only been to a roller rink a couple of times, and only when he was much younger, but it's not hard to pick up once you get going. He could guide out Scout by the hand, and—

Flint shakes his head. "I'll find fun... somewhere. Maybe I'll even skate. Who knows, maybe the next dungeon will put us on rollerblades as soon as we step through the door."