Dexter leaned on the railing, too dazed to keep himself upright. He had just basically spent the whole day with Blossom on a cruise ship that literally had every attraction imaginable on it. Then, at sunset, they had gone all the way to the stern and chatted randomly while watching white foam emerge from the bottom of the enormous boat. Even though he would normally have felt neutral about most of the activities he'd done that day, Dexter felt inexplicably exuberant. Of course, he knew exactly why that was: the zest had not come from the events; rather, it had come from the person he had participated in the events with.
"Dexter? Are you okay?"
Oh yeah; he remembered, This day hasn't ended yet.
"Yeah; just thinking." Dexter said. He stood up straighter and, suddenly struck with confidence, turned to Blossom and said, "Hey Blossom, can you recall anything bad that happened today?"
She seemed a bit surprised, since that wasn't the kind of thing her "Man of