"I'll bet you did when you were seven, but point taken. The people that had tans are losing them, which is pretty much everyone but you." He has noticed that Peggy takes care to not get too dark, but it never seemed to mean much beyond a preference, and so he doesn't care about it. He keeps on with his cards, setting up the table in front of him for solitaire. It's at least something to do.

"I don't need any more steam right now. And I thought we were out of tea." Clint'd definitely not heard of anyone in the village getting more lately, but he hadn't been paying as close attention to gift arrivals as he had early on, when everything that had appeared had seemed like a possible out. He still wants to get out and go home, but he's grown weary of jumping at shadows. "I was out after the storm, too, so... couple weeks from the storm first hitting, about a week after I started dressing right for the weather again?" Why, yes, he did just confess he was an idiot, obliquely.