Clint gives him a quick, surprised smile. He's keenly aware of the risks of jumping on ice wearing nothing but narrow blades strapped to his feet. He's immediately determined that he is going to do it anyway, when he's got moving mastered.

"The other day I had a little girl walk up and give me a dollar," he says, marveling a little at it. "I thought her parents gave it to her to, I don't know, teach her to be nice. But nah, her mom said she earned it with chores. I think that's what she said." He hadn't charged the hearing aids well the night before. Which is why, "I'm pretty sure my music sucked that day. Do kids feel pity that early?"