[The brow that she arches at him is as dubious as that little huff she gives, part laugh, part disbelieving scoff.]

Only if I see you do it first. Then I will decide whether I wish to or not.

[Nice try.

And, as he said, up ahead is the frozen over lake with people—quite a few—gliding over it. She can't quite make out what they're wearing on their feet to make it so, but...]

... They look as though they're moving on the wind.

[It's actually kind of... graceful and elegant...]