'Practice, yes,' Glacia said. 'I honestly haven't touched a raquet since Incendia and I got stuck in a sports shop overnight.'
'That was heaps fun!' Incendia said sidling up to his sister, and look just a little too overjoyed. 'Hey, do ya remember that one time when we got shut in that candy store all night?'
'Yes, yes I do. Only because you were the one who wanted to lock yourself in there, and I tried to stop you. By the gods, that ended in disaster.' Glacia kept down vivid memories of her brother devouring candy like a glutton, as if out of a scene in a horror film.
'Look, brother, I need to get my head into gear for this. Concentration is the key to this kind of sport. So I wish to ask a favor of you.'
'Anything for you, sis.'
'Don't do anything stupid for the next hour, whilst I'm playing, please.'
'...except that.'
Glacia placed a finger on her brothers nose, looking deep into his eyes. 'I'm serious, Incendia. As much as I like to tolerate babysitting you, sometimes I have to go my own way briefly... and every time I do that-'
'Something really bad happens?'
'Yes, like right now, and how we ended up here. After this is over, you're banned from using toasters.'
'Can I still use frying pans?'
'Good heavens, no!'