Coconut Grove i'm in a b-boy stance, i'm not dancing

Granted, Tristan was always a little weird, though his insistent reply made Bat squint at him. He was being extra weird... peculiar, even. Bat frankly wasn't sure what to do with it, with him.

Raising and dropping her shoulders, she spun on a heel to continue along the borderline, fully prepared to keep marking. As she walked away, she dropped on him, "Do you like staring at the trees here 'cause the coconuts totally resemble balls?" Bat looked over her shoulder, fixing him with a mischievous look. "Do you like balls, Tristan? Do they fascinate you?"