It did dredge us both up rather literally though, didn't it?

[ He extends a hand to offer the slushie to her directly, rather than via the stool, and makes a motion with his wrist to draw her attention to the scuffs and dirt on the sleeve of his jacket.

He leans forward, just a little. His voice lowers.] Don't tell anyone... but I think I'd do something awful for a shower just about now, too. Two awful things if laundry's thrown in.