Allison pouted. She didn't want to move back. But if Em knew what she was doing, and obviously Arya did too, she had no other choice but to listen. Moving a few steps back she waited. Seeing as nothing was done, she grabbed the soccer ball and brought it in front of Em. "Okies, pass it again. I'll get it this time. I know! I FEEL IT!" Allison didn't feel jack. She was quite actually talking nonsense, but the thing is: she was actually trying. If her mother had been there she'd be marking the calendar, and each year that that day came she'd celebrate it with a chocolate soccer ball cake.