<em>- Bo with the others -</em><br/><br/>As the girls showed some spirit and determination with their positive comments, Bo smiled, his heart full of admiration.  These women weren't just beautiful, they were strong.  He had always told himself, and anyone who cared to ask, that the woman he fell for would have the strength to stand beside him as an equal.  A rare quality to find in a man, as the selectivity of his former profession proved, but somehow the puppet master of this production had managed to bring together three women who could.  He was certain of it.  Or at least more hopeful.  Perhaps he could find true love with these women, each one offering something unique and special.<br/><br/>Bo nodded at Mari's "we can do this", and again when Mila said, "we're going to make this work."  This determination was what he felt was necessary for them all to succeed together.  When Mila mentioned the Bahamas and needing to be defrosted, he surprised himself with a quick, natural laugh.  He wasn't normally quick to laughter.  It felt good.<br/><br/>"The Bahamas aren't bad," he said, leaning back in his chair as the ladies began to clear the table.  His desire was to help, but his instinct told him that they needed this to be their thing, for now, and that to jump up to help would disrespect their capability.  So he remained relaxed in his seat as he continued, his grin gone, "I seriously doubt you'll be short of volunteers to help you defrost, Mila.  Consider my hand raised anytime you need to take it."  He paused a moment, a small smile returning as he considered his words.  "I say, bring on the cold," he said with an emphatic tone.