[Ronan had been just about ready to kiss Andyr again when Adam makes that remark, and he laughs instead, drawing back. This seems like it might be leading somewhere, so Ronan drops his hands away from the both of them to give them some space.]

Adam's right. It's not miracle water. You can't just sit in it and marinate.

[He floats lazily to the other side of the pool, toward the collection of oils and soaps in bottles that look like they originated somewhere in a storybook version of Arabia. He forgets what each of them was meant to be, so he sniffs a few of them in turn.]

We have lavender... lemon... myrrh... bubblegum...