She holds up a hand to keep the water from hitting her face - and then frowns, when none of it hits her. 

"Huh-?" She lowers her hand, then blinks, staring at the droplets hanging in the air in front of her. "Woah!" 

Zeke trills in delight. "I knew I picked a good one!"

She is hugged again.

Hugs!! The water droplets rain down on them in her distraction. 

"I'm magic!"

"You're perfect!"

Giggle, "You're cute!" She kisses him, and then slips out of his grasp, reaching out to sort of tug, on the river, sending a wave crashing towards him while she runs to the shore, cackling. 

Zeke is knocked on his butt, blowing water out his nose. 

"I'll get you!"

He runs after her, he pounces. They tumble into the grass and dirt.

For the rest of the day, the two porceline skinned children romp.

Romping! They can play with the ways water and ice powers mix, and run around, and wrestle, and climb up All The Trees! 

Come night time, though, Angela remembers the dilemma she'd been thinking about earlier.

"I still wanna find my brother," she reminds Zeke. "I'm not really sure how to do that, though."

"Would the people who ran the kid-jail you were in know where he is?"

She giggles at the term. It's appropriate! 

"Maybe! I bet they'll have some stuff in the dad-wannabe's office if they do." 

"And we can get you some dinner!"

He tickles Ang's stomach.

"I am kinda hungry now," she agrees. The fish only really took the edge off. 

She looks around the campsite, which is a bit wrecked by their romping now. Still, there's one thing that's been left untouched.

"Oh!" She picks up the hoodie, stuffing her face into it and sniffing. "Mmmm... It smells like him," she says, hugging it. She glances up at Zeke, a little uncertain, "Vampires don't wear clothes, right?"

"Nope. More fun being naked."

"Yeah, but... It'll be easier to carry it if I'm wearing it, and I don't wanna lose it..." 

"Do what ya like. Not gonna make you less pretty."

"Okay," she slings it over her shoulders and ties the arms around her neck, like a cape. "There!" 

"Let's go?" 

"Sure! Lookin' good!"

"I can use it to be dramatic!" She declares, swishing her cape, before she begins leading him towards town. 

The foster house is mostly dark by now, all the kids in bed, but there's lights on in the kitchen and the living room. Probably the adults, up late. 

"You wanna leave any survivors or..."

"Hmmm..." she considers. "I kinda liked most of the kids, so I don't really wanna kill them... One of them even helped me sneak my stuff out to the woods, and no one found me, so he must not have snitched," she says. "If we're quiet we could just not wake them up? The kids rooms are on the second floor." 

Zeke laughs. "Heh, I just had an idea for a prank."

"Ooo?" 

"We feed your favourites some blood and leave em' to figure it out for themselves."

"Oo! That'll turn 'em? That sounds fun! We can come back and see how they did after we find Alex!" 

"It's not even mean because we're making them better!"

"Hmm... I think my favourites are Colin and Jack. Jack's the one that helped, and Colin's funny - he kept trying to eat the dad-wannabe, and he's not even a vampire!"