The sandwiches sounded easy enough. Nothing could be burned there! Perfectly edible! She stopped in her splashes to paddle closer to him, giving him a curious sniff by his cheek to test out his assessment. Forward, sure, but personal space was something that Cassie had a habit of frequently infringing upon. Hopefully he wouldn't mind. "You smell of the sea," she concluded with a curt nod, as if this was the most important thing in the world. "So you don't stink." She gave him another splash for good measure.
"Ugh, yes." Definitely over people not acting their age, not even letting her thoughts delve into the specifics of it all. "Spiders! And being alone, I guess. But that's a close second to spiders." Who knew if she was really kidding on that order.
"Any?" She paddled around for a moment before she started to laugh loudly at herself. "It actually happened yesterday. I was going down the fundraiser list, right? You call and greet them by name and say who you are and that whole spiel, right? So I get to this man, Larry Fuzer." The 'u' was long as she said it, like 'fuse'. "And I'm dialing his number and mentally I keep think 'Larry. Larry. Larry. Fuzer. Fuzer. Fuzer. Larry Fuzer.' So I don't have to look down a the page so much. And of course the second he picks up the first words out of my mouth are 'Hi Loser!'" Another splash, this time an incredulous one as she hits herself with a spray. "And like the best thing to do would be to hang up but noooo I have to keep going with 'This is Cassie and I'm calling from Ocean Institute' so now not only does he think I'm a complete idiot but he knows my name and where I work." If her face wasn't red when she started this story, it certainly was by now. "Oh God, it was so awful. I'm hoping they don't put me back on calling on Monday. I think I'd just die. So back to you Paul. Gimme something embarrassing so I can stop feeling like a total idiot here." She'd even stop splashing him, just to sweeten the pot.