[ She catches it with ease, the bottle smacking into her palm as she squeezes out enough for herself as well. ]

If you try and call me either of those, I'm drowning you in this hot spring.

[ The threat is delivered in a perfectly cheerful tone as she works the soap into a lather and then abruptly dips down into the water to wet her hair. Coming back up, she starts to wash it, casting him a crooked grin again. ]

Are you sure you want to be the one giving me the soap-related nicknames right now? That could reflect badly on your poor ego if people ask for the meaning behind it.

[ Because she obviously would embellish something like that. ]

So do you have the 'good' luck of having just been drafted here, too?