She gave him a warm smile as she met his gaze, kissing the tip of his nose. "You're doing wonderfully," she murmured in his ear. "Okay?"
She looked down at her feet. "Practice, I suppose. Clara, Ed and I all took ice skating lessons when we were little. I was okay. Clara was wonderful at it."
"My darling, if a person as clumsy as I can skate backward, a person as elegant as you can skate forwards."
"Well," she said, dragging out the words, "bend your knees more, if you can. Transfer your weight from one foot to the other faster."