Angle as STONE turns a CARTWHEEL along the apex of the rooftop.
LIGHT hasn’t moved, still watching with his glass.
1. STONE: What ‘bout now?
2. LIGHT: Nothing.
STONE, amusing herself, now turns from the cartwheel into a handstand, reversing direction, walking on her hands.
LIGHT hasn’t moved.
3. STONE: What ‘bout n—
4. LIGHT: Same nothing!
STONE, standing on her hands on the apex of the roof, now looking at her brother.
5. STONE: I wasn’t going to say it.
On LIGHT, the GLASS still to his eye, concentrating.
6. LIGHT: You sure were, Stone…
STONE, upside down, on her hands. Sticking her tongue out at her brother.
7. LIGHT/off: …and put your bleedin’ tongue back where it belongs.