Blake couldn't help but smile at the sight of Mallory craning her head upward to keep it all above water; a moment later the bubbles behind her popped, and he found himself covering his nose as the smell of dead animals mingled with garbage wafted over him like butts.<br/><br/>"Dude!" he cried out in a muffled voice as Mallory giggled; a moment the door opened, and the sight of Margo taking the clothes out as if they were capable of attacking her, coupled with Mallory's demeanor, had him relaxing in spite of himself.<br/><br/>Mal was right - it wasn't<span style="font-style: italic">that</span>bad.<br/><br/>She flicked the water at him and he grinned, even as a droplet hit him directly in his right eye. Eager for revenge, he took both hands and shoved them along the surface of the water, sending a small wave into her face. "Sharks'n th'water, Mal!" he cried happily as he hooked one of her legs with his foot and pulled.<br/><br/>A day that had begun like a nightmare had transformed into a dream come true. He hoped he'd never wake up from it.