"Like bandy-ball," Dodger said, consideringly. Knocking a ball around with sticks he got, but the rest of it was pretty foreign to him. "Only, is that ice? And 'ows it indoors?" He squinted, and then had to back up a bit as his head started to ache. He moved around to sit next to Danny, taking this for the recommended distance.

He was worldy enough to know that a man wasn't the best of sorts the night before his nuptials, even if in his experience future-husbands were to be found at the pub. He'd intended to keep Danny company, so he settled in well enough to watch the game.