[Nephrite chuckled wholeheartedly as he let her stew on that, the flying sunblock caught in his hand by reflex.]

Thanks. I needed some of that, actually.

[To add salt to the wound perhaps he spread a little on his forearms, and then tossed it back if a bit more gently than she had first thrown it.]

Heh. You don't say? Well, with an attitude like that like I said you won't find one soon.