"Yeah, you know, the one that has a little bottle and brush instead of a stick of color." Why was she talking about make-up to a guy in the lake? Seriously her days were getting more and more bizarre as time went by. Surely by thirty she would have amassed enough repertoire to tell ten grandchildren. The guy's next question made Fluffy blink. Okay so a lot of men usually had no idea what went where in terms of make-up but surely most of them were aware of what a lipstick case was and how it was worn. Right?
She watched him use it right to draw a line across his arm, and then Fluffy snickered. "Yeah, only it's supposed to go on your lips. I swear even the most oblivious of guys ought to know that." Tilting her head, she added, "But I mean if you wanna wear it on your arms knock yourself out, I don't judge personal expression at all!"
The guy's answer didn't satisfy Fluffy at all. He might as well have said it was day time. She needed actual time. Then again, what did she need it for, really? "Um, okay. Thanks." She managed to let out, shrugging. Snickering, Fluffy watched as the guy went to town with that lipstick case. He was a weirdo but then if she wasn't used to weirdos by now, when would she be?
When Fluffy had asked the so far unnamed guy about his swimming preferences that had not been an answer she had been expecting. "What?" And then she could have sworn he had made a sound like a dolphin or something. "Did you just...?" She blinked. She was nowhere near high enough for this to be all in her head, this guy really was a merman or whatever they called themselves these days. "Fluffy." She said without hesitation. Nobody called her Rachel anymore except for her parents and brother, so this guy wasn't going to be any different. "What about you?" Merpeople had names, right?