But, well, if one of them was going to fix it, it was going to be her. And they both knew it. Fish basically had the emotional intelligence of a potato. A well-meaning potato. But a potato all the same.
She bit her lip, trying to think of what she could even say. It was clear that Lake was agitated even though she was trying to pretend that she wasn't. And. Well. That wasn't going to improve anything.
Quite the opposite, actually.
Tension would get to Rain eventually, and no one wanted that. And who even knew what Lake's new magic was.
No. It was best to soothe tempers now before they got out of control.
"... Well... I think that we're going to be okay," she said after a moment. "We, uh, got a good start with the book, right? And now we can, uh, I mean -- power of friendship, amirite?"
Fish stared at her with a, 'really, that's all you got?' kind of look. She sent an exasperated gaze back at him. It wasn't as if he had come up with anything better than that.
Lake didn't respond. She kept her eyes locked on whatever ice cave she'd seen with her mouth set in a line.
"I'm just saying," Rain said, trying again. "That not all's lost. We still are getting in some quality bro time, right? And, uh, yeah. It'll work out. Things always work out eventually, y'know?"
"What are you even talking about, Rain?" Lake muttered.
"Uh, um, well..." Rain took a moment, trying to think of the most diplomatic way to approach this. While actively repressing the realization that this was exactly the sort of thing her father would try to do. "Okay, so, we don't have the book. But that's okay. It's, like, the same as your dream, right? So, well... yeah."
Neither the dream nor the book meant anything. Could she find a way to say that diplomatically?
"I think Rain is saying that we don't need a book to have a camping trip," Fish said, like the remark was supposed to be helpful.
It was not.
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