the pool is shallow by comparison, but he enjoys the cool water all the same. it’s clearer and less muddied than pond water, which often ends with him pulling of long swaths of algae and other plantlife. here, there’s no such nuisance. the water is cleaner than anything he could ever imagine, and while strange to the taste, is still pleasant in a way he finds difficult to describe. then again, most pleasant things are too new to him. he doesn’t have a reference point to compare them to.
“i don’t know,” he admits, wading over closer to where frances sat. “i didn’t know what a pool was. i was hoping it was sort of like a pond.” his expectations, for once, aren’t too far off! while large and square as opposed to the more…circular… pond in the park, the pit of water has its similarities to things he’s already experienced. it feels nice, not to be entirely clueless for once in his surface-oriented life.
bobbing his head in a nod, fins’ jaws remain parted in an unmistakable half-smile. it’s rare that he feels comfortable enough not to monitor every little expression he makes. “it was… interesting. it didn’t feel warm at first, but when i swallowed… it did?” presumably, that’s how it’s supposed to be experienced. “it was a bit odd, but i liked it, yes.”
“Interesting is a good word for it. Some people hate wine. I like it,” obviously “It’s strong.” Swirling the last dregs of wine around she watches how the hulking creature is much more graceful in water. Who would’ve guessed? “Glad you liked it. Just tell me if you want more...”
This was by no means her first glass of wine, so when she downs it, setting the glass aside, it should come as no surprise she wants to join him. People pay a lot to swim with sharks, don’t they? This one won’t hurt her—and if he tries she can simply burn him. (Never mind the fact they’ll be in a pool, water is after all wet and very good against fire, but wine doesn’t mean she makes smart decisions.)
“It’s a lot cleaner than a pond! You wouldn’t catch me dead in one of those.” Frances hops up, shimmying out of her skirt followed quickly by her blouse. He hardly knew what a pool was, it’s not like Fins will be able to tell she’s wearing underwear rather than a bikini. Sitting down on the side, feet dangling in, she pushes herself off the slide, slipping into the water nearly silently. She resurfaces a few moments later, brushing hair out of her face. The lipstick has stayed put, only small flecks of her mascara has left dots on the side of her eyes. She shivers with a laugh, “God! I forgot how cold a night swim is!”