Maine's smile remains in place as he listens, finding it deeply amusing. After all the time and money PFL poured into them, Wash is using his magic to make rubber ducks. It seems fitting for a rookie who decorated his locker with all kinds of silly things.

(Maine's locker, meanwhile, had been utilitarian to a fault. Decorated with protein bars.)

He hums, considering Wash with Summer powers. They're impressive, no doubt about that. He recalls reading a brochure that mentioned removing rot—and that, more than anything else he recalls, seems fitting for Wash.

"I'm Winter," Maine says, figuring Wash will know more about it than he does at this point. "Water. Ice. Shadows?"

He shrugs. He doesn't really get that last bit.