She switches to the backstroke after ten laps. Ten more and she rolls over again; breaststroke. She has waterproof headphones and an audiobook going.
"Hmmmm okay." She plops herself down and closes her eyes and opens wide.
The surprise is: possibly one of the tastiest vegetable pies she has ever tasted, with some blue cheese and peppers.
"Your wish is my command," he says, fetching a slice of the pie in his basket and offering it to her on a small paper plate.
"I did! Thank you! It's sort of a specialty, my mum and I invented the recipe over many many trials until we got it perfect."
He giggles. "I suppose it was! We did make up hypotheses about what'd work well together and then test them."
"So how've you been? I'm gonna tell you all about my date, promise, I just want him to arrive here so we can tell it together."
"That makes sense. I've been good, the property manager redid all our floors so we had to clear out for a couple days - Sofa crashed with a friend, I went to the beach and got a hostel bed and swam in the ocean, my parents stayed with my neighbors. The new floors are really nice but the whole apartment smells like wood stain now."
"We have the windows open and fans running, but it's dissipated enough that it's not giving us a problem. Sofa's extending her stay though, she doesn't like it."