After hours of begging and pleading, Sam finally gets you to agree to letting him teach you how to skate.

“C’mon baby, you’re doing so good.” He croons teasingly, and at your playful swat, giggles under his breath.

“Just hold onto me. You won’t fall if I’m here.”

His expression is surprisingly earnest now while he cups your hands in his, bringing them to his lips before leading you down the pathway to the Stardrop Saloon.

“You got it.”