[Char wins the lottery. You're welcome.]

I'd thought that might be the case. [She examines her swimsuit idly.] But it's no matter... For now, at least.

[At the offer of a shared bottle of wine, the corners of her mouth curve into a slight smile.]

If you can stomach food of mysterious origin, [which she does have some trouble with,] there may be some in the picnic baskets. [She gestures towards the boats, with which she now has a complicated relationship, but would make a solid bed, since they're to overnight here.]