Elliot nodded, smirking. "Somehow climbing onto a horse has always been so much easier than standing still on skis." She let out another small giggle. "We should though. I know for a fact there was something to do with slices of pizza. Probably that they were so good to eat with hot chocolate when my butt got cold."
"Horses also have a personality we can get to know, something skis can't do," Vinny replied, sliding off the bed and down onto the floor. He reached up, tugging on Elliot's leg to get her to join him.
"The pizza was always good there," he said, grinning, "as was the hot chocolate. And sour cream 'n' onion rings," he added as an afterthought, trying so hard not to think about her butt. He was here as a supportive friend. He didn't need to think about her butt. "I seem to remember you making comments about the cute boys coming in from the hills," he said, teasing her.