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*Snow is in the bar. Wade's with her, too. Mun isn't feeling overly creative tonight*

Timmy waves a swim-finned foot at Wade.

*Wade waves back*

Timmy attempts to float higher than Wade.

*Wade can go up to the ceiling. Maybe higher, but Mommy doesn't like that.*

Timmy can't float that high. He'd scrape his goggles. He floats away, defeated.

*Wade floats after him. It's a floaty friend!*

Timmy floats out the doors and to the lake.

*Wade follows, gusting around happily*

Timmy lands on the lake.

Never mind that it is freezing cold. He is Timmy. The Kid on the Raft. What does he care for temperature?

*Wade likes flying, and thus remains up in the air, gusting happy laps around the lake*

Timmy watches. 'Cause as soon as Wade goes swimming . . . bam! Right above him!

*Wade doesn't really like the water*

Timmy likes drowning people.

*Wade can't drown. Hell, his father once held his breath for three weeks*