[Rosefica wasn't used to being on the low end of things anymore. Strange what a decade of time would do to change one's position. Wouldn't Traejan have a silly little laugh at her position.

But it was better than being in the position of the boy currently swatting away grabby hands.]

I think it would be more prudent to slap the surface of the... water, dearest, than to tell them off. Hands do not have ears, after all.

[She pulled her thick, fluffy hair back and tied it into a hasty bun. It wouldn't do her any good to get that muck in her curls.]

Here, throw that to me, I'll swat the water and you look for the plug, mm?