Huh. How sharp are the edges of the red?

It varies. There are whole islands of it, and big fuzzy streaks, and little clearly delineated spots.

Eventually he turns away from the view. “Are there zero gravity areas up here? — and now that I ask I suspect it wouldn't be any less likely on the surface.”

"Antigrav doesn't work quite like that, so for pure antigrav areas you do actually need to come up. Wanna learn to play starhoops?"

“On very little information I am going to say yes!”

"Awesome!"

Starhoops is played in a spherical zero-g room with moving obstacles between players and various hoops they can dive through. Whichever makes it to (and into) each successively glowing hoop first scores a point, and then the next hoop lights up.

Just because he has done some aerobatics doesn't mean zero-gravity isn't — huh, okay, thank you standard buffs, this isn't really viscerally disconcerting at all, just intellectually.

Wheeee!

Tarinda isn't overtly going easy on him but the hoops and obstacles may be gently favoring him since she's played before.

Fairness is not currently the point, he would say if he were noticing, which he isn't.

Bopping around in zero g is fun.

It is!

(When their trajectories end up colliding he endeavors to do as little awkward grappling as possible.)

She flings him away from the glowing hoop and tumbles through it.

Fine! The next time they approach nearby he grabs her hand and lets them spin until they can fly apart in a direction advantageous to him!

Wheee! He gets that point.

So is there, like, a winning condition here?

Fifteen points!

Well, he is more interested in doing interesting zero-gravity things than optimally collecting points. For example if he briefly grabs the edge of this hoop after passing through it to get a bit of spin and then curls up and spins more. That is anti-helpful to keeping track of your orientation.

Well then she will just scoop up her fifth point while he does that.

He does not ca— okay he cares a little bit! He will endeavor to score points with style. Or hilarious flailing. Whichever is achievable.

Eventually he has fifteen to her thirteen. She claps.

“That was fun.”

He idly tries to find out just how hard it is to swim through air.

Pretty hard.

"You wanna play with zero g some more or go do something else?"

“What something else would you recommend?”

"Spacewalk?"

“—congratulations, you have found limits to my adventurousness. For today.”