"I just... slime," she says, wrinkling her nose. "Plus I just sort of picture a swimming hole like something out of a Mark Twain novel, you know? All Tom Sawyer with weird cut off pants and painting fences and shit like that." She has no idea what one really has to do with the other, but it seems like it makes sense to her.

"Yeah, I guess that'd be kinda rough for your wolfy nose, huh?" she agrees, tilting her head. "I guess you and I are just fated to never swim together."