[That's the most bored robot IV has ever seen; it doesn't get any better as they close in, either. He walks up to the counter. After stating their business – hey, we need skates – he kneels down to untie his boots on request. He slips them off and trades them in for a pair of skates, which he holds in his free hand.
Having gone up before Leia, he looks over his shoulder on his way over to the metal doors.]
I'll be getting ready at the rink. Grab your skates and meet me there.
[If he can have it his way, he'll be at one of the front bleachers near the entrance of the ice rink itself.]
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Having gone up before Leia, he looks over his shoulder on his way over to the metal doors.]
I'll be getting ready at the rink. Grab your skates and meet me there.
[If he can have it his way, he'll be at one of the front bleachers near the entrance of the ice rink itself.]