Tim squirms a little uncomfortably at the mention of footwarmers.  “Molly’s Falls.  Hmm.  I should have realized you’d be able to swim the Bay with your power active.”

"-well, yes. But I did it before I awakened, too." 

“Okay, fine.  You’re a big tough Canadian, then, I can’t dispute it.  Maybe next time you’ll want to go swimming if I set a fire for you after.”  One more amused attempt at ruffling.

Swatting continues! "Maybe, though it is more a test of courage than anything. Oh, have you ever been ice fishing?" 

“A couple times.  It’s not quite as good as real fishing, but it’s the best we can get in winter.”

"It's very fun when you build a hut on the ice! My cousin Riley took me one time, we stayed out there for days and brought back a whole bunch of frozen fish."

“Well, I guess that would be more fun.  And if you’re cold, you have only yourself to blame.”

"Yes! Maybe we could go while we visit, if it is cold enough. Though, it could be better for everything else when it is warm..." 

“We’ll play it by ear.  But we’re definitely bringing some hand warmers.  Three dozen of them.”

Enthusiastic nod!

"Double it, no, triple it, enough for thirty for three!" 

“In each of our packs, too.  And I’ll find a guy who makes Arctic Gear in ultra stretchy materials.”

Solid nod, "It's a plan. Emergency rations, too. Fire starters, and a stove that doesn't run on propane." 

“And a tent.  Can’t forget the tent.”

"Yes, and maybe extra blankets!"

This goes on for a while. If their planning pans out, they should be prepared for anything on future trips! 

Tim is slightly inhibited in his ability to make a checklist while being trapped, but he can always make one on his phone and clean it up later.  … eventually he looks at the time.  “Er.  It’s getting a bit late, and I shouldn’t oversleep twice in a row.  I might lose patients.”  He gives a little quarter grin, to show he’s kidding.

"Well, we can't have that, you need all the patience you can get dealing with ten brand new hulks every day," she nudges him in the ribs. 

She also sits up, though, sighing at the loss of guiding. 

Well, she can have some back if she wants.  He kicks himself to his feet, then offers her a hand up?  “It’s widely-known that doctors without patience are doctors without patients.”  He over-exaggerates the pronunciation, so she can hear the joke.

She take his hand, "It's true," she nods solemnly.

She rises to her feet, with a little help from him.

"But I still don't envy the amount of patience you have," she continues, smirking up at him. 

”Hey!” Wait.  Tim makes a visibly confused face as he tries to figure out if that was actually a sick burn.

She giggles, "Don't worry about it. They did seem very well behaved, Friday. Barely any property damage. Apart from the controllers."

He heaves a heavy sigh.  “That always happens.  Someone squeezes too tight - “ he squeezes her hand as he speaks “- and boom, new shell for the controller.  I’m just glad we found an eletronics repair guy for it.  It’s the principle of it, for me.  Anyway, bed?  Before you wrap me up in another plotting session?”

"Always a possibility," she will reluctantly de-handhold once more, and then move to turn off the TV. Her blanket needs scooping as well, so she can take it back to her room. 

“No kidding.  I’ll have to hold onto that tooth for next time.”  Trudge up the stairs, and get the door so she can get the blanket applied to the bed?

They have such good teamwork! Must be all those horror games. 

"Marsi," blanket: on bed. Sara: padding over to giving Tim a hug. "Booñ sweer, Tim. Sleep well." 

She gets a hug and a little lift in the air.  “Buenos noches, Sara.  Don’t let the fish monsters bite.”  Then she gets set down.