She gets a short, sharp laugh with a side of eyeroll. Oh, she's a ball-buster, that's for sure. Somehow, he always seems to find them.

Not that it's a deterrent or anything. Sometimes it only encourages him.

At least she's still somewhat interested, if coyly so. But they've already shared so much so quickly, and Tommy can't help but feel that this makes things different between them. For him, more often than not, the sex comes first, the details come later -- if at all.

He's not going to push it.

"Alright," he says harmlessly enough, though he can never fully rid his smile of that toothy wolfishness. "I'm not choosy, either."

The lake is just ahead of them now and its calm surface is dazzling in the late morning sunshine. Tommy's never approached the lake from this side before, so it's a whole new perspective on the end of the universe.

"Is it true that there's a giant squid in there?"

Because talking about giant squid after abandoning an attempt at steering this acquaintanceship toward casual sex is the most natural thing to do.