Sawyer scrambled for the quaffle as Xiuying made her shot, fumbling the save and letting it slip past his hands. "Dangit," he said, wiping sweat off his forehead with his forearm before swooping down to grab the quaffle again. "Maybe not a terrible idea," he said with a fond roll of his eyes as Michael teased him. "You guys sure you don't want to practice passing instead or something," he said, quietly reminding himself he wanted the chasers to practice scoring. For the team's sake.