"Cmon luv, I kno' you've got this," Simon grinned, taking you by the hand as he led you across the rink, yourself wobbly and unbalanced.

Of course he would take you here once he's realized that you've never been. Besides, there's no such thing as too many bonding experiences.

You laughed heartily as you slipped and skidded across the smooth ice, finding any movement of your own without gripping his arms sort of impossible. Simon still held your hands, a wide grin under that mask of his, leading and guiding you around, himself not a professional at the sport, but he knew the ropes better than you did.

"Try givin'a li'l glide now luv, you can do it." he cheered.