[Evan, clad only in his boxers and working on the row of stones that would make up the other side of the weir, looks up when he hears his name. He's carrying one of the bigger pebbles in his arms. He pauses for a moment to give her what could only be classed as a shit-eating grin, and calls back.]

Dream on.

[He makes it to the end of his line of pebbles and bends to deposit the stone in the water, easing it down till it's submerged and he can drop it properly. He's still grinning when he straightens.]

Hey, Celena. Come to help out this slacker?