Rosie turns towards him and away from the sun just enough to open her eyes without blinding herself, the expression on her face one of bemused, affectionate incredulity. "Caleb," she says, looking up at him. "I can fairly safely say that borrowing clothing from Neil is not the part I'd be least able to make sense of in that situation."

Through some miracle, she manages to get through it all without laughing, but only just. It spills out of her a moment later, long and loud and delighted, and by the time she's finished she's a little out of breath.

"Oh, good grief."