Peter lingers at the edge of the water while Cascia goes stalking right into the shallows to join Bee, lifting one foot after another out of the chilly water. He doesn't have a whole lot of choice in whether or not he follows where his goat goes, or at least that's a handy excuse for him to shuck off his boots and pull up the cuffs of trousers that were never meant to be rolled up for wading. Even in his dreams he doesn't dress for the outdoors. He steps in and finds himself imitating her squeak.

"You, Bee, are a liar," he informs her as Cascia snickers.