Splish Splash

[w_cain]

Who: Cain and Scraps (open)
Where: East Garden
When: January 26th,  11:00 am
What: It’s hot in the south of the O.Z.

One of the guards had tapped him as he walked by.  The man was grinning like a fool.

“Sir, I think you should check out the East garden.  The fountain with the mermaids sculpture is especially interesting today.”

Cain’s

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[rebelyell_sarah]

Sarah had been going for a mid-morning walk, a new habit she was getting into, when she happened upon the scene at the mermaid fountain. She had stopped in her path, several feet away. Far enough to not be noticed, and close enough to get a few snippets of the conversation. Not that she needed to, of course, it was plainly obvious what was going on

[w_cain]

Cain rolled his eyes. Cute. Just great. So much for trying to talk Scraps out of the water. He wasn't about to touch the girl. The only one she allowed to do that was Glitch. Just where was Glitch?

Scraps sent a wave of splash at Sarah and giggled. Apparently glad for a playmate.

Now all they needed was for his almost adopted granddaughter joining them.

"Sarah, don't encourage her." He scrubbed his face with his hand. "Believe me, she doesn't need encouraging."

"Right here." Scraps pointed out with a wave. "Can hear you."

Cain gave a sigh and sat on the edge of the fountain. "Scraps, you know the commotion you caused earlier in the rose garden? This is like that."

"Old ladies aren't screaming at my experiment." Scraps crossed her arms.

"You were standing on her head in a dress, Scraps. And your underthings barely count as." Cain sighed. He liked them fine on DG, but he didn't need to see them on Scraps.

"He's rather tightly wound. I've seen more relaxed tick tok people." Scraps leaned into Sarah.

[rebelyell_sarah]

Sarah crossed her arms then, her expression a mix of a pout and indignation. "I'm not encouraging her, I'm joining here," she pointed out evenly before her eyes flickered to Scraps. She grinned and then gave a barely noticeable wink, before returning the splash lightly with her foot.

"Oh I know," Sarah nodded. "And he's wound up tightly all the time... it's really kind of a pity he can't relax," she sighed dramatically, shaking her head.

If Cain could talk about Scraps while she was right there, Sarah could talk about Cain.

Boy, the devil was in her today.

[scraps_molly]

"He's under an awful lot of pressure, you know." Scraps allowed. "But he really should eat more fiber. I wager he's fairly incontenant."

"I am NOT!" Cain sounded indignant. "This isn't about me. This is about you..." he pointed to Scraps "and now you..." the finger indicated Sarah, "sitting in the fountain."

"So come on in and join us. You'll relax, and then there won't be anything to make the smooshie face over." Scraps flicked water from her fingertips.

"I don't... smooshie?" Cain looked heavenward for some inspiration.

"Sarah, Scraps doesn't know any better. I thought you might have more common sense."

Scraps stood up, indignant. "I have sense, but not cents. The same principle for public fountains was used in the first showers. The pressure from cisterns high up forced the water throught the pipes. So technically this is a shower. So there, Mr. Grouchie pants." I