"Still, I don't think they have the language skills to really grasp the depth of your arguments here," she says, propping her chin on her hand and looking down at him.

"They don't need to, so long as they show up."

She opens her mouth, then realizes that it's pretty pointless to argue with him because he's not making very much logical sense, on purpose, and then huffs and closes her mouth. She crosses her arms.

"Heeeeeere, fishy fishy."

He giggles. "That's the spirit!"

"Yep. I bow to your difficult to refute arguments. Heeeeere fishy, fishy, fishy...."

"Heeeeere, fishy fishy!"

"Come on out, little fish that's bigger than we are because we're tiny right now, we just want to poke holes in yoooou...."

...

Okay, there is admittedly only so long this can amuse her, even if she comes up with more ridiculous things to call in a vain attempt to summon salmon.

"It is much easier to poke holes in them when we're this small," the fairy protests, still lying on the leaf and watching the stars while the river steers them. "I guess fishing hooks might be better at it..."

"Or nets, if you're willing to allow methods that involve not poking holes in fish."

He turns onto his stomach. "This is booooooooring. Last time I did it it was much easier for salmon to appear, they were just jumping all over." Then he scoots over to the edge of the leaf to peer down into the water.

She giggles.

"It's been maybe ten minutes."

"BORING!" he declares, flopping back onto his back.

"Is your entire life just a nonstop parade of interesting things, without even being able to stand a whole, awful, mind-numbing ten minutes of boredom?"

"I nap."

"Oh, I see. You could try napping now, I'll wake you up if I see anything."

Pause. "I guess. Good night."

"Good night," she says, amused.

He closes his eyes.

...

...

Okay, so she has, perhaps, made an error.

Because now she's bored too.

Auuuuughhhhhh.

The surroundings are pretty. And very large.

There is a frog croaking in the distance, as well as the faint sounds of crickets. The stars shine down on her, and the fireflies weave in between blades of grass and flowers every now and then.

It's very pretty!

But it's basically still the same outdoors that she's used to, just bigger than she's used to. And she went and pointed out the ridiculousness of getting bored after just ten minutes, which is clearly just asking for her to also immediately get bored, especially because now she's thinking about how there's not much to do right now, and she only definitely has tonight for fairy adventures, and she's spending it drifting down a river with a napping fairy and....

Auuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

There's a watery noise a ways ahead.

Are they fish like watery noises? She would feel really dumb if she got twitchy and woke Reverie up early. She is on a mission. A very boring mission.

A bit too far and faint for her to make it out.

...wait, this stream eventually passes through some rocks, doesn't it?

Uh.

"Hey, Reverie, uh. No fish but I don't think being bored is the biggest thing we have to deal with right now."