You get to their shack and are invited in for dinner.  You notice seat covers, plastic or cloth, all over, and newspaper on the floor (neatly arranged as if it were a mud guard).  The girls get back in about 2 hours with some of your stuff, mostly canned goods that immediately sank after the crash.  One cellphone works, the rest are wet or lost.  There are zero bars of reception.  Dinner is ham hocks and beans.<br/><br/>Conversation is small talk.  "Where ya from?"  "How long you been raftin?"  "Your family live near these parts?"  (They're all dead or far away, and broke from putting you through college, you can decide who's family is which).<br/><br/>If the snuggling continues, "How long ya been together?"  If anything leans toward the question, "Which way do you swing?"  If the snuggling gets hot enough, you might notice bulges in their shorts.<br/><br/>She invites you to stay the night and offers moonshine if any of you are drinkin folk, sweet southern tea if you don't want alcohol (both served in mason jars, of course).