Firestone Hot Springs life will be all like what.

brisbane watches with an ear-to-ear grin as poe wiggles forward and slides into the steam water beside him. he gives his head a soft shake to dispel a small droplet of water that makes a slow progression down the back of his left ear, tickling him and causing his ear to flick several times in succession. i try. he retorts, light-hearted and pompous. he studies her for a moment as she paints a different scenery of when she thought relaxing in the hot springs would be nice: dead of winter, snowfall, frigid breeze.

he supposes it would be nice, he thinks before the cynical side of his brain takes over and ruins the shared daydream by pointing out that it'd be all fine and good until the time came to leave the naturally heated pool and the potential of hypothermia. he refrains from pointing that out — he doesn't want to rain on her parade any more than he already has today — and says instead in hushed agreement, yeah, that sounds like it'd be pretty nice.