[ it's more of a personal anecdote than she expected to get, and she finds herself drifting to a stop and accidentally letting him get a ways ahead of her before she remembers to catch up with another push-off of her wheels. ]

That sounds like a nice memory. [ she almost thinks about mentioning that she doesn't have half as many of those with her own dad, but that would be a real mood-killer and they've still got a little bit to walk — or skate — before getting to the diner.

besides, maybe she wants to use this time to show off, twirling around on her skates so she can roll backwards while still looking at him. ]

Thanks! I was on one of the ladies' derby teams back in Gotham. Flamethrowers' best jammer. [ she lifts her chin with a proud smirk on her lips. ] Mostly 'cause I played dirty.