“Exy is not supposed to be fun,” Jean said. Derrick stopped to stare at him. “The hell?” he managed after a minute. “Of course it is. Hey no,” he said, catching at Jean’s racquet when Jean started to turn away. “You’re like—you’re Jean Moreau. Perfect freaking Court. What do you mean it’s not fun? You play like you do and what, it’s all just a bothersome chore? I don’t know if I should be impressed or terrified that we’re so far beneath your notice.”
