"Swimmingly, huh?" he echoes, considering another sip from his glass before he decides to just focus on cooling off instead for a while. It's easier to do that inside, the open windows providing a cross-breeze, and pretty soon all residual sweat is evaporating in no time. He glances over at her, studies her silver hair, and the flicker of a memory of what it had felt like to the touch pushes its way to the forefront of his consciousness.

"Well, how long has it been since the - you know, the New Year's party? Guess we can only take it one day at a time on our catastrophe counter."