<div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="background-color:#353535; border:1px solid black; margin:10px 10px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px;">"I dunno," Mal replied, stripping off her own filthy shirt and pants. Blake naked was nothing new - they had known each other since they could barely speak, after all. She still crossed her arms in front of her chest, though. She wasn't very shy and honestly did not have much to hide, but she had seen other girls do it sometimes, so maybe that was just something you did. She shrugged. People were weird outside of Denyan.<br/><br/>Encouraging his soap-related heroism with an encouraging nod, she watched as Blake attempted to touch the water without recoiling so fast the whole thing would topple over and flood them. It didn't look like it would - Blake himself, however, looked decidedly unsteady. Well, Mallory would have none of that. He had gotten so far! Resolutely, she took three steps across the floor and gave him the final shove he needed to fall into the tub with a splash far mightier than his skinny body should have been able to make. Worried that she might accidentally drown him, she climbed back in after him and felt around until she was able to pull him up above the surface by his now slightly less messy hair.<br/><br/>"See, that wasn't so bad," she told him brightly, grabbing the soap and dumping it in the water. <span style="font-style: italic">Better to get that part over with, he's scared out of his sputtering mind.</span></div></div>