Des doesn't put up too much resistance to Patrice's attempts to shove the goggles onto his head, gamely allowing the other boy to mess up his hair with only a half-hearted elbow speared back toward his gut.

The corners of his mouth curl up. Don't much matter to him how Walnut Whoeverthehell's career in high school sport's goes. If it'll make Felicity happy, he ain't morally opposed to at least floating the idea. "How we playin' it?" he asks. "Saw her tenth birthday and there was a calendar on the wall?"