Bill's eyebrows furrowed together and her expression was somewhere between amused and startled, "No. No water park. No full water park. It's bad enough that there's a pool. I really don't want to see you in a bathing suit on a slide..." Nope, that was not a mental image she wanted unless he put on one of those all encompassing Victorian things. That would work.
It seemed that she had stumped him for a moment - and then there came that grin that she was so used to, the one that made her reflect it right back at him. "You've got a macaroon dispenser. I'm surprised you haven't had a candy garden already, somewhere in storage!" She paused for a moment, resting her elbow on the arm of her chair, chin on her hand, "What was he like? The last face."