Usually he would not have been so nice. Usually, he would have glared and maybe told the girl to mind her own business in perhaps a little more colorful language. He didn't know where his good mood had come from, but it was better than being high strung and shouting. A little strange, but not in a bad way.

So when she spoke he shrugged and leaned back on his hands to look up at the mentioned sky. It seemed just a little too perfect if he thought about it too much so he stubbornly didn't.

"As strange as it is, I think I have to agree with you."