Miles in Nature
"This is, like, nature," Miles said, sniffing. He was somewhere past diffident and headed straight for wary.
"It's some kind of lovely," Harley said, looking out over all that sparkling water.
"Nature is, like, wet," Miles observed, dipping in part of a toe. "It could get all over you."
"That's the concept," Thea told him.
Veronica loped around to the deep end and took a quick plunge, body-conscious and anxious to avoid display — though of course the pale flash of her dive turned heads all along the line of sight. All except for Thea, who looked away. She toyed with her bowling shirt, summoned her gumption, shucked it off and made an elegant entry, slipping in with barely a ripple. Harley pinched his nostrils and followed, feet-first.