& I'm still scared of losing

Halo was rambling again, which gave Hazel ample opportunity to begin dumping rocks that were only sort of appropriate into the bucket. She was getting bored, and it seemed like they had a long process ahead of them. Too long, ugh. What had they gotten themselves into when they agreed to help? Shit. Was Halo still talking? Yeah, she was still talking. Hazel caught the mention of fish soap... ewwww. Did he even know what fish smelled like? Hazel stuck her tongue out and made a bit of a gag-y face where Halo couldn't see her, but Bas certainly could. Why did boys have to make everything so gross?

It seemed like Halo hadn't noticed the only somewhat rocks that had been added to the bucket, so she'd take that as a win. The red and pale pup looked up just in time to see a raccoon shaped cannonball hit a waist-deep part of the lake. "Your aim sucks!" It's a rakish grin, a wild glimmer in her eyes. There's something in Hazel that's a bit... a bit much sometimes, but her tail wagged happily behind her. Halo's reaction though... that made her feel a little bad. A mother hen type, she was worried. Shoot, they'd worried her, and... ugh okay Halo was boring but maybe this time she had a bit of a point. At least no one seemed to be hurt.

As Halo returned to the bucket, Hazel couldn't help but ask a question. "So if you need to lie to the soap as one ingredient, what's the other important ingredient?" They were just about done with the pebbles, setting the bucket of clean pebbles on the beach and getting ready to walk back towards the heart of the territory.

"Speech"