Ugh--no you're not, you idiot, you're just covered with salt.

[She'll let go anyway, regard him for a moment or two. Then carefully, carefully brush a stray chunk of hair away from his eyes.]

We're about done with the groceries here. Why don't you go up and take a shower? I'll lay out some clothes for you on your bed.

[And she'll...you know, leave the door open so he realizes it's his room. And make sure to lay out the clothes neatly and centered on the bed along with a nice pair of shoes.]