Peter gives an almighty start as something cold hits him in the back, wine splashing everywhere and oar falling into the water. He whirls to see what's attacking him and --

And it's a sea lion. "The fuck?" he asks aloud, putting down the now mostly empty glass and reaching for the other oar, eyes trained on the animal. He feels a little better with it in his hand, going so far as to wave it vaguely at Daine. "Get," he commands her without a lot of conviction.