"Glad you approve," she grins at him. It's fun, conversing with him like this in a more carefree manner. She loves when Spencer relaxes enough to joke, or indulge in one of his dorky fantasies. It dispels the overwhelming weirdness of Siren Cove, takes away from the supernatural calamities happening just outside the doors.

"See, I knew you were a man of sense," she nods, raising her mug in his direction. "Yeah, I can get on board with that. Plus, what good does Spandex do anyone, for that matter?"