what's the rock cooking?

At the laughter from her companion, Hazel dramatically rolled her eyes. Her head tossed, and her sopping wet tail wagged hard enough to shake some of the water free. She was soggy and giggly, despite feigning exasperation. It was all jokes, and she did her best to play it off like she was still confident and relaxed. "See, I'm just the best really," but Hazel was alight, comfortable where she stood and joked with Bas. Soaking wet and giggling, the girl was hardly able to contain herself.

Armada-- this was his home. Hazel looked confidentially to her right and left, as if making sure the coast was clear. "Okay, but you be quiet too," the girl giggled as he hiccupped, her voice dropping to a whisper. It was a confidential tone. The pup moved to Bas's side, and her tail never stopped wagging. Was this a heist? Baby's first heist, and she was having the best day.

"Speech"