Linnea wipes her hands on a towel and slides the last canoe off its rack, then looks over her shoulder with a dry smile. "Alright. The lake is flat and the light is going. You can have it for the hour, or you can stay and tell me what you actually came for." The boathouse lamp is on and the last canoe is ready. Tell me where you want to paddle and whether you plan to come back before dark.