"Much better on a homemade campfire," I say, already knowing what's he's about to say. "Come on, let's set them on fire already!"
"Just about. Good enough. Come on, let's go." I hold the door open, waiting for her.
I hugged back, then pulled away quickly. "Wow, you were awesome! You were like, BAM! and the other team was like, ehhhh? And then..."
"That kid could be a sports commentator. She was narrating the whole game," I mutter, following after Angela.