Tommy had gone and planted another image in Valla's head; it seemed as if her talk with Abby had made her open to suggestability. For a moment, Valla imagined that the only thing better than watching Tommy's bum bob in the ocean would be Tommy's bum without pants on.<br/><br/><em>What the Nine Hells is wrong with me?!</em>Valla screamed at herself.<br/><br/>To Tommy, she was all calm and smiles. "Girl stuff, but you can know about it. We talked about cake," Valla said matter-of-factly.<br/><br/>Tommy's wet hair had gotten mussed up when he slipped his shirt on. She whispered a word of power and reached out, shaking her fingers in his hair like she was tussling it. When her hand came away, his hair was dry, if not a bit fluffed.<br/><br/>"Okay, so we're set for tomorrow then. Maybe we should get back. We'll have to let Saul and Petre know so they don't worry," Valla suggested.