"...Oh." And now he feels like an idiot. He gives Daniel the most sheepish of smiles. "When you put it that way it seems a bit obvious, doesn't it?"

Andrew lifts his feet out in front of him and frowns at them, lower lip sticking out in brief concentration. "Stop that," he orders them. "Hang on, we're sharing this dream -- you stop believing that my feet hurt, will you? I think it will help, or at least it'll be an interesting mental exercise for you."

That Daniel might be leading up to something bigger than curing Andrew's foot pain goes unaddressed. They're in an adorable underwater shop, therefore his sore arches are the only real problem.