Alex puts her gloves back on as soon as they get outside. She walks along with Kyle in easy silence, feeling much less awkward about her inability to do small talk than when she first met him.

It's a lot darker in the bat habitat than the butterfly enclosure. The bats are mostly hanging upside-down from tree branches, one or two are gnawing away on watermelon or orange slices.

"Okay, bat guy," Alex teases, "what kind of bats are these?" She spots a placard explaining what kind of bats they are, and moves quickly to stand in front of it. "No cheating."