She switches to the backstroke after ten laps. Ten more and she rolls over again; breaststroke. She has waterproof headphones and an audiobook going.
"Sounds good! When works for you, I assume you have a more constrained schedule than I do - I have a thing on the ninth and games to watch every day divisible by five but other than that nothing really -"
"I'm free most evenings, my recording sessions are usually in the day and I don't have too many clients when it's not spring."
"Pretty well! She wasn't objectively the star of the show but she put on a good performance."
"That's awesome. Do you have videos of it? And would she be okay with you sharing?"
"I didn't do amateur videography but there might be one up on the school website..." She pulls out her everything and rummages, and finds the result to link him to.
"Thanks! I'll watch it later." And they're at a restaurant so table and: "Recommendations here?"
She gets a battered and fried eggplant lamb salsa sandwich. "Trade you half for half."
Trade executed. She takes a bite. "Do you not eat out much that you've been wanting recommendations? Do you cook?"
"Yeah. It's not that I don't enjoy eating out, but when I was little and used to live with my mum we mostly cooked together and nowadays I've kept the habit; I know the way I like to cook stuff and it's cheaper even though that's not a constraint anymore."
"Makes sense. My dad is a completely hopeless cook; my mom and I aren't bad but we wind up preferring cheap delivery a lot of the time."
"I get cheap delivery every now and then but mostly when I don't have time to cook," he nods.
"It's not objectively good but there's this picklepot place, greasy and salty and arrives in these flimsy containers, that we usually order from when we have a movie night."