After spending much of the afternoon in the catacombs beneath Paris, an endeavor which had seemed more morbid than actually interesting in his opinion since the history behind the ossuary is relatively simple, Lachlan is more than ready to do something fun! He'd considered going to a museum or to a garden to try his luck at spotting some of the local birds, but then he'd remembered Jaime's ice skating situation and asked the other boy and some of their classmates to accompany him to Patinoire Sonja Henie for a little practice instead.

Now, sitting beside the other boy and lacing up his rented skates, he smiles. "Dinnae worry, mate. You'll probably be a natural; pick it up in no time at all." It's a stupid thing to say. Jaime isn't the type to worry about things like this. He is the type to worry about things like this. But oh well. Laces neatly and securely tied, he stands up and balances easily on the blades and looks at his roommate.