"That makes me feel a little better," she admitted with a lopsided grin.
A curl escaped from her bun and fell loosely in from of her eyes. She tucked it away, but it fell stubbornly back across her forehead. She glared up at it, her eye going somewhat crossed, then slipped under the surface of the water. When she remerged, she wiped the water from her eyes and slicked her hair back into place. Better.
"So, where do you want to go? I'm not very picky."