Now, shopping for bathing suits I don't think I'll ever be ready for. Don't fancy the convict look? The dashing rogue misunderstood by laymen and the entire collective penal system, out for a nice swim to clear his mind of the trauma of a daring escape. [He mentally constructs this image and dismisses it almost as quickly.] Nah, me neither. Stripes go the wrong way anyhow. Wouldn't want that. [He did notice the verbal hiccup, he just tends to do better not acknowledging such things. Especially when they're related to things people just got quite angry with him about. He's rapidly becoming about as fond of beaches as he is with Christmas anyway.]