It started well enough. Even looked like she's gonna make some new friends, but apparently she can't aim. Like at all. Doesn't seem to be a big deal at first, before one of the boys starts getting possibly too competitive? She doesn't catch the details, but she can see clearly enough how he slapped Ciri. But her reaction is even more surprising. No hesitation, no thinking, just one direct, efficient and professionally looking punch. A work of reflex and muscle memory, no actual brain function involved. Fascinating. And scary.
"I don't think it was a bad idea. Look, it's like the trampoline. You just need to learn how to do it. Also, nice punch. I bet he didn't expect that. Looks like he needed it..." Denisa holds Opinions, with a capital O, about boys of whatever age getting aggressive because of sports. She's not particularly concerned about this specific set of kids not liking Ciri, though the girls appear to look at her with certain respect.
"Let's go for a walk. D'you like dogs?" She asks, looking at the dog part of the park, where there's a bunch of people training dogs and playing with them, and conveniently enough, there's a pub between their current position and dog park. They're already giving out plastic cups for parkgoers! Started early this year.
"Tell Dan to buy you a football. Or to be more precise, a number of them." She recalls the number of footballs she destroyed growing up, and she wasn't even interested in the sport very much, just played for something to do. "I once kicked the ball so it got impaled on the antenna on neighbors roof. I have no idea how that happened and couldn't replicate it since. Anyway, kofola for you? Or they have a yellow version as well. Imma get a beer, cause it's sunday and I'm an grownup adult person and nobody can tell me not to have a beer at ten in the morning." She doesn't even like beer very much.
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