"Not the sort of guy I know," and really, it is kind of unimaginable that any guy she'd know would go to a lake without a cooler of beer and all sorts of things. She runs with a cooler-toting sort of crowd.

As they push through to the outdoors, she's wondering if it's always beautiful weather at the edge of the universe. The day is perfect to sit by the water and daydream with the best guy around.

And look at that, he's holding her hand.

"There'd better be something in this basket that I can feed you."