She snorted at the water he flicked at her, sticking her tongue out. "Written between Nicky's birthday and yours," she said lightly, dragging her fingertips through the water and over his shoulder.

"As for genre...mmm, adventure?" Andy murmured, voice lazy. "I know you'll like it, does tha give you any hints?"

It likely wouldn't; despite being the youngest Booker was very likely the most well-read of them all, too. "Flattery won't get you very far with this one." Depending, of course, on the flattery used.