She switches to the backstroke after ten laps. Ten more and she rolls over again; breaststroke. She has waterproof headphones and an audiobook going.
"It's, like, not the literal worst thing in the world, but it's bad enough that some of those days I can't work so my scheduling is sometimes tricky."
"I guess you can't get the 'oh just work from home' spiel if you say you're not feeling well, at least."
"Mmhm. It's way less bad during spring, though, and that's when the bulk of my earnings happens anyway."
"Convenient. Is that why you're not fussed about not having them biologically yours?"
"Yeah, pretty much. Also the, er," he hikes a thumb in Ohan's direction, "them being green thing, that is a pretty big bonus."
"I will gracefully share my genes."
"We appreciate this about you," she chirps. "I feel like a glurgey television special already."
"Should I develop some terrible flaws so we're less glurgey?"
"I'd rather you didn't."
"Aww, but I had such a nice selection!"
"Yeah? What terrible flaws do you have in mind?"
"I didn't actually have a list," he admits.
"If I need to develop a terrible flaw to fend off the glurgey TV producers I am all set to become snide or, as a backup plan, pedantic."
"Those aren't that terrible, and I'm sure the glurgey TV producers could frame it endearingly or set it up as a source of comedy."
"Well, what's your plan if we are thus assailed, Sahde?"
"I could play up the arrogance and overconfidence until I was very, very insufferable."
"Will that be enough?"
"I could lead us to financial ruin by taking some overconfident arrogant bet on a venture?"
"Okay that's sufficiently terrible. Maybe put some terrible back."
"Hold it down to making us spend a lot of time keeping you away from the accounts."
"And now we're a more neutral story, we should find what genre to aim for."
"We even have our very own mad inventor!"
"I am not mad! Merely misunderstood."