[ Cisco had not been expecting that; it catches him off-guard enough that his feet still on the pedals, though only for a moment. Partners. He would have settled for a 'we don't need a word for it, Ramon' or some light teasing about how he is acting like an insecure high school girl. But instead Harry settles it so decisively, so simply. And Cisco is maybe a bit more pleased than he ought to be by how... equal it makes them sound. Most of the time, he is certain that Harry respects him, under the façade. It's still nice to be reminded, though.

So he ducks his head forward, tucks his hair behind his ears, biting his lower lip with happiness. ]

I don't know that I would call introducing you to the finest Earth-1 cinema has to offer a project.

[ He doesn't bother to argue that last point, because the fact is that the space is put to better use, now. Cisco isn't an interior decorator, and while he could fire back that Harry is only better at that kind of thing because he has so many more years of experience, he thinks he'll keep that one to himself for now.

There is a moment of quiet, a lull in which they paddle around in comfortable silence. For all his objections, and huffing and puffing, Cisco catches Harry smiling, out of the corner of his eye. And just as he is feeling smug, like this was a good idea after all, he sees a swan break away from a few of its friends and swim in their direction. He nudges Harry with his elbow, points in its direction. ]

Look, Harry, we've got company!