[Yes. Boobs. she knows. Plural. Very plural, she remembers, because they were very large and in her goddamn way ugh.

She blinks, caught a little off-guard by the sudden desperation and emphasis...

... but then, she's smirking, and she shrugs her shoulders. She leaves her hand in his, rests the other on her hip.]

He seems too analytical to be anything to worry about. But okay. We won't talk about that anymore.

[They'll find other things to talk about, she's sure.]