A small shake of the head as he pulls the other boy to his feet. Feigned disbelief, or maybe just amusement, that Tybalt could actually be so damn smug at this moment. The corners of Eddy's mouth turn up ever so slightly in faulty mirror of Tybalt's. It's a grin, in his own way.

"Best two out of three," Eddy agrees without a moment of hesitation. He's not nearly bruised enough yet to call it quits, and he takes each one as a matter of pride, but he does deposit Mickey safely in a hiding spot this time. Then he looks between his board and the top of the hill, eyes already glinting with mischief.

"Race you."