"I do, actually. Not in this sort of weather," he added, half-teasing, "but I was always bothering my parents to take us to the beach in the summer. Not to mention that most of the time if I was playing pirates somewhere I could actually get in a canoe or a dinghy I'd inevitably fall out or drop my oar overboard and have to swim back to shore."

Of course he'd noticed, in years past, the wet hair and the faint smell of chlorine on her, little phenomena that had stopped recurring after a certain point--she'd been a regular swimmer, then stopped. Probably work-related. It did bring up a thought, though, one that had tugged at him on and off for some time.

"All right, time for things I can't deduce--have you ever been snorkeling, or scuba diving?"