"I mean, fingers crossed, if they ever flood the canyon that badly we float up to the top and get out of here," he answers with a shrug, thinking either unlikely. The shore they're standing on has a long way to encroach before it touches anywhere that they're living--which probably means he should be building an ark for the next round of bullshit.

Looking down at his shorts, he wades deeper in, walking through the approaching waves. "We can start today if you want, it's only going to get colder from here on out."