"Hey, no dissing Alfred," Sophie instructed. "He's awesome. More so because he's most recently been played by Michael Caine, who is similarly awesome. So there." She rolled her eyes. "It's Silverstone, and wasn't that the one where they put nipples on the Batsuit? Because that was so not right." She resisted the urge to kick him then, glaring. "I am not gullible," she defended herself. "I'm just more open-minded than you are. You're a huuuuge cynic. And a jerk. So there."
She raised an eyebrow. "Maybe I plan on stealth tackling you into the pool while you're walking past one day," she suggested. "Or just push you in. Or you'll just do it because it's fun and the other alternative is standing around in the heat with nothing to do when you could instead be joining in." She shrugged then. "She's off... doing whatever she decided to do with her free time today," she said. "She'll probably be back in a few. And for your information, I didn't bring four hundred outfits with me. I only brought... thirty, tops."