"Really? Wow, I totally didn't have you pegged for being like, the happy outdoorsy rain puddle splashing type. That's not at all what I'm working on."

Marco shakes his head at York in disbelief, almost disappointment. If anything, not having to deal with unpredictable weather ruining his day here is a relief. Here he was, trying to build up some sense of dramatic reveal.

"But okay, maybe they don't have these where you come from. Stiles and I are opening up a Taco Bell and we need backers. You in?"