That smile. She smiled back, though she knew he couldn't rightly see it. He could hear it, though, if she talked - and so she did, letting her smile transfer through the quality of her voice.
"I don't feel that way," she promised. "I was actually a little sad that we don't have a beach to practice on anymore. Or maybe we do? I don't know; I haven't done a lot of research on where we are, yet. But a gym would be easier, anyway, right? Unless we want a beach. Then I suppose we should look for one." But together. They two. She was still smiling.