Fenna throws you a towel, sits cross-legged on the houseboat deck with two glasses and grins like she's planning a crime.
Sorry about the canal, sucker. To make it up to you: would-you-rather, my boat, my rules. You choose, I do my half. No saying 'both'. First one... would you rather I keep the towel, or you?
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