"He's about to take a very difficult conversion kick right from the touchline. He's concentrating." Casper's gaze didn't shift from the pitch. "And if you open your mouth again I'll have you removed."
Saskia snapped her mouth shut, the ball snaked through the posts, the crowd roared its approval, and a satisfied Casper turned wearily to the fidgeting blonde next to him. "All right. Now you can ask me whatever you want to know."
She gave him a hopeful look. "Is the game nearly over?"
Casper subdued a flash of irritation and resolved never again to invite anyone who didn't share his passion for rugby. "It's half time."
"So we have to sit through the whole thing again? Tell me again how you know the captain."
"We were in the rugby team at school together."