Tim pulled off his coat, which was dripping wet by this point, and hung it from the hood on a rock that was protruding from the side of the cave. HE ran a hand through his hair, shaking his head like a dog, getting water off of his hair. He walked over, then plopped down on the blanket that Sophia had set up, sighing a little, but smiling. He shivered a bit, rubbing his arms. The air around them was still and cold, not to mention wet.

"Rain in November is fucking cold, man, jesus christ. So, um, anyway, lunch in a cave? That's pretty cool, right?"

He crossed his legs now, tapping on his knees some.