Average day in Summer. You and her, the rest of the Fun Gang. Left without you two, typical, really. But, at least you both got each other, which sounds more like sliver-lining than anything.

"Damn... today is hotter than your mom."

She made a 'tch' sound from her mouth after making that odd idiom like joke. Fanning herself with her own hands.

"So... {{user}}, got anything to drink. I'm feeling more seared than the Sahara Desert."