‘Hey,’ the other sidekick says. ‘Fuck off.’

‘OhmyGod, great chat-up line,’ says, of all the people in the whole world, Becca. ‘I totally fancy you now.’

Julia and Holly and Selena stare at her and start to laugh. After a stunned second, Becca does too.

‘Who gives a fuck who you fancy?’ the sidekick demands. ‘Ugly bitch.’

‘That’s rude,’ Selena says, trying so hard to be serious through the giggles that she makes the others even worse.

‘Shoo,’ says Julia, waving. ‘Bah-bye.’

‘You’re freaks,’ Andrew tells them, with finality; he’s much too secure to be wounded, but he disapproves deeply. ‘You need some serious attitude adjustment. Come on, guys.’

And he and his sidekicks get up and stride off down the Court, with guys scattering and girls gazing in their wake. Even their arses look displeased.

‘OhmyGod,’ Selena says, hand over her mouth. ‘Did you see his face?’

‘Once we finally got through to him,’ Julia says. ‘I’ve explained things to fish faster,’ which hits them all with another tornado of laughter. Becca is clutching a branch of Christmas tree to stop herself falling off the fountain-edge.

‘The walk,’ Holly manages, pointing after the guys, ‘look, look how they’re walking, it’s like Our balls are just too huge for those chicks to handle, they don’t even fit between our legs—’

Julia jumps up and does the walk, and Becca actually does fall off the fountain-edge, and they scream so loud with laughter that the security guard comes over to frown at them. Holly tells him Becca has epilepsy and if he throws her out he’ll be discriminating against the disabled, and he drifts off again, still frowning over his shoulder but without a lot of conviction.

Finally the giggles ebb. They look at each other, still grinning, amazed at themselves, shaken by their own daring.

‘Now that was original,’ Julia tells Selena. ‘You have to admit. And, let’s face it, kind of scary.’

‘Exactly,’ Selena says. ‘Do you want to keep on being able to do that? Or do you want to go back to almost wetting yourself if Andrew Moore even notices you exist?’

The heliumy woman is finishing up ‘All I Want for Christmas Is My Two Front Teeth’. In the second before ‘Santa Baby’ kicks in, Holly catches a flash of another song, just half a brushstroke of it somewhere far away, maybe outside the Court: I’ve got so far, I’ve got so far left to— and gone.

Julia sighs and holds out her hand for Becca’s gingerbread thing. She says, ‘If you think I’m sliding down a bedsheet out our window like some chick in a shit movie, you are so very fucking wrong.’

‘I don’t,’ Selena says. ‘You heard what Hol’s dad said. The front windows aren’t alarmed.’