His fluster just makes her all the worse. She shakes her head so vehemently her hair starts flipping around, eyes wide and fixed above his neck.

"No! I wouldn't call it small at all—"

And then she realizes that isn't what he meant.




She bursts into laughter with a genuine pop of sound, the frankly ludicrous turn of events making all the incredulity and amusement flood out of her all at once. She's relieved he's laughing, too; she can appreciate the ridiculousness of starting all over with a new Tommy, but to him is she just some crazy woman?

"M'sorry. M'really, jus' — so sorry. You should pro'ly get out of them wet clothes, though."