Jules released her ankle and burst through the water’s surface with a giant splash and a heaving gasp. Jodi smiled against her green camouflage.
“I never took Martians for swimmers,” she laughed as she popped from beneath her protective canopy.
Jules frowned. “We’re not.”
“You drown with remarkable style, then.”
That made him smile. Flattering a boy’s ego did wonders for their mood.
“We all learn to swim. We rarely do it for fun.”
“Well, good to know we haven’t broken with tradition. That was no fun at all.”
Jules flicked a stray stem of weed from his face.
“No. But it’s given me an excellent idea.”
“Even if you do say so yourself?”
“What?” Being Anphobosite, he didn’t always get Earthen figures of speech.
“I mean, how do you know it’s excellent if you’re the only judge?”
“Oh!”
