[With a nod, Char rises from the lounge chair. The boats are clearly the better option, and if Cantarella is willing, he won't waste time debating it. He nods toward the water's edge, where the little crafts rest, petals drifting in around them.]
Then let's make ourselves comfortable.
[He offers his hand as they approach, offering to steady her should she need the anchor. A small courtesy, but one he meansβ whether or not she needs the help, she deserves the option. His other hand keeps the bottle level, careful not to waste a drop.]
Mind your step. These things look more romantic than practical.
[Which is why he's vaguely concerned about how well they'll hold water... but that's a problem for later, he supposes.]
shay you literally cast the first shane, this is on you
Then let's make ourselves comfortable.
[He offers his hand as they approach, offering to steady her should she need the anchor. A small courtesy, but one he meansβ whether or not she needs the help, she deserves the option. His other hand keeps the bottle level, careful not to waste a drop.]
Mind your step. These things look more romantic than practical.
[Which is why he's vaguely concerned about how well they'll hold water... but that's a problem for later, he supposes.]