"Nope." She drops her arms, more dryly exasperated than surprised by the fact. "I should have moved a while ago." But she didn't especially want to pack up and trudge along the lakeshore, expecting little better luck elsewhere and content to cope with the hand she's been dealt for the remainder of her workday.

"It's nice weather, anyway." Casually, Carol cants her head to rest on his shoulder. "And I caught enough this week."