Bullshit, is what Robby thinks, nearly speaks with the board that appears; the kind of his memories always worn, well-used, make do with what you get. It's a sort of fond and conceding reaction, however, Robby sucking in his cheek--like yeah, of course you can just magic up a board, lucky asshole. There's certainly a smirk on Robby's face, and he rolls himself just so he's closer to Paul, but giving the both of them space.

"You wanna find which foot feels better sticking on the board, and the other moving you. Your board foot goes here," he shows, close to the board's staples, "--and the foot you move off sits around the back."

Robby moves onto the board with two feet, a slight adjustment made for his weight when they go on the board, and then one moves off again.

"Try it with one foot, and we'll ride up there." He points, the direction flat-paved. "Brush your foot against the ground soft, doesn't matter if you stop. Get a feel for it. You're beginning."

And apparently, Robby doesn't mind spending his time showing a guy how to use a skateboard in some faux-memory park. He's been doing it in Trench, except now it's too snowy for skateboarding--so why not make the most of it? Robby continues to show Paul what he wants, using a foot to kick his board into motion, his body weight in line with the board instead of hovering off.

He rides along before he gives it another kick, doing this once before he finds himself at a decent distance before bringing the board to a skip with his ground foot, the board turning in the motion so he can look at Paul.

Your turn, buddy.