River looked up as he approached. Her hair, which usually looked wet anyway, was now hanging in long, straight waves along her face, a veritable curtain. She pushed herself up and smiled, just a little, pacing away from the bench with her hands clasped behind her back. "You don't have to look like that, Wade," she said, a smile in her dreamy voice.
"Oh, it's raining." She spun around in a puddle, kicking at a clod of mud with her soaking wet shoe. "My shoes are also waterproof," she intoned belatedly, looking up at him. "So what kind of dances do you know?"