Firestone Hot Springs fruit salad, yummy yummy

She raised a skeptical eyebrow at him, her gaze following him as he swam away from the edge. She wasn't sure his offer was enough to make her ignore the smell and get in with him. She was intrigued by his confidence, but was she intrigued enough to smell like the hot spring? She didn't immediately answer him, though. That was until he stated that it was a win-win for them both. Is that so? she asked, eyebrow still raised. 

But she did end up peering down at the water and testing it by dipping in her snowy front paw. She glanced at him and then back down at the water. Then she slowly lowered herself in, her face wrinkling in response to the water at first. It was grossly warm and it smelled even worse now that she was in it. She stayed near the edge at first, eventually acclimating and deciding it wasn't bad enough that she couldn't indulge the stranger for a bit.

She swam over to him, and eyed him with playful suspicion. What makes you think we'll be friends? she asked once she was close enough.