Cool, cool. Then: plate of (probably an heirloom recipe, not a literal heirloom, ha ha) fruitcake, and she can cut slices for everyone here, because she has manners.

"So where do you live?" she asks, as she plates the heirloom (recipe!) fruitcake with a smile.

"Oh just two houses down the street."

"We're housemates."

"Oh, are you all in the big, nice one?" Plates of fruitcake for all! And then, hiding her trepidation (heirloom recipe! recipe, surely!!); she will have a bite. (If she gets food poisoning the night before her first day of work because of questionable neighborly baking skills, she's moving again, to a new neighborhood, and it doesn't matter very much how much of a financial loss this would be for her.)

It's actually pretty good, which implies good things about her not getting food poisoning. Probably.

"Yeah! It's lovely, we'll invite you over sometime."

"Thanks! I actually almost moved in directly next door to you, but, uh." She makes a face. "The floorplan of that house was. ... Not to my taste?"

"We love our house."

"This fruitcake is delicious."

"Thanks! It's a family heirloom."

... what???

"It does seem like a nice house," she agrees, instead of - look, maybe he's trying his joke again, because she didn't get it properly? She's not going to make this weird. "And you have a pool! That's got to be great."

"I love swimming! I can't wait until it gets warmer for me to swim in the pool."

"Yeah, it's a bit too chilly to manage it comfortably right now," agrees Yvette, who actually kind of prefers the chillier weather, but understands what small talk is. "Is there an indoor pool nearby in the meantime?"

"Not here in Willow Creek but there's a gym with a pool over in Newcrest."

"It's not indoors."

"It isn't," she agrees.

.... but the... being indoors was the whole...?

"I hope the maintenance for yours isn't too bad?" she says, instead of following that train of thought to places that would probably be uncomfortable for at least someone here.

"What maintenance?"

"Of the pool? I assume you've got to fish out, like, leaves and stuff?"

"Sometimes the pool has algae on it."

She leans closer conspiratorially. "I just swim through the algae to get all of it and take a shower afterwards," says Summer, then giggles.

"Ew."

Ew.

"That - seems like it wouldn't be very good for cleaning all of the algae?" attempts Yvette, who is, despite her best efforts, thinking about what that would feel like and augh augh augh ew is not enough augh.

"It works!"

"Please tell me nothing else about your pool cleaning techniques ever again."

"Okay!"