Yup.

"Oh look it's my least favourite class."

"Oh?"

He looks up at her from his 4'9" vantage point and raises his eyebrows. "Most people don't need further explanation."

"Is it going to sound weird if I say you're so full of energy I sort of forgot that you had physical traits that would make gym class unpleasant."

"No, that's perfectly understandable."

"Well, we're doing miscellaneous racket sports right now, which is, you know, not dodgeball, so that's not nothing," she shrugs.

"God save me from dodgeball. Racket sports are vastly preferable."

"What even is the point of dodgeball?" she wonders rhetorically.

"Socially acceptable form of war?"

"You have a point."

The gym teacher comes in and wants everyone to pair up for racket sports.

They can do that.

Racket sports! Today the racket sport is tennis. Look, he's standing right next to Edie, it totally makes sense for them to pair up. They are issued a pair of rackets and a tennis ball.

"Tennis! Exciting!"

"I like the idiosyncratic scoring system," she says. "Do you want to serve first, or should I?"

"Go ahead."

She tosses the ball in the air and bats it at him.

Edie isn't what one might call experienced with tennis, or particularly in possession of knowledge about tennis techniques more complicated than "underhand" or "overhand." But she has good reflexes.

Merry has good reflexes too. For someone who hates this class he's surprisingly good at it.

Edie is aware of the possibility of being good at something and also hating it! They can probably get a reasonably good volley set up like this.

Success!

Success! Good! The eventual end of class! Even better!

"Well that was less painful than it could've been. Lunchtime!"

Lunchtime! Might that brunette over there waving to the two of them possibly be relevant to their interests?

Probably!

"And that would be my twin."

"My future sister-in-law," he says brightly.

"Indeed."