There's something so...animated about Ray and Caitlin finds herself wondering absently whether that's part of what drew Felicity to him; he's like the anti-Oliver or something. None of her business. Never mind. His comment has her taking in a sharp, deep breath and she nods. "Yeah..." she replies, slowly drawing out the word almost to stall. "...I thought about that, too. I didn't expect to see anyone I knew, either." She's been feeling a little useless herself, lately. Okay, she staved off Iris's death with Killer Frost's powers, but she almost lost herself and Julian had to reel her back in. The only time she's been really useful in a way that no one else on the team could've been and she couldn't even keep herself under control to do it right without help. That thought must've been the reason she'd been brought here.

A part of her wants to ask what happened to make Ray feel that way, but then she would be opening the door for him to ask her the same question. So...she'd rather not.

Her eyebrows lift with interest when he starts to change the subject and she smiles, cheeks coloring a little as her nose wrinkles with sheepishness. "Confession: I actually came over here because I was going to ask you the same thing," she admits, catching her bottom lip between her teeth for a second before smiling apologetically. "I would love that, is what I'm trying to say. That sounds perfect. Did you have one in mind? I was thinking that the overnight pool party and the dance lessons sounded like fun, but I'm flexible," she offers.