She valiantly does not say anything about the possibility of him only solving one of these problems. "That sounds like an excellent idea."

He giggles at her and then dives underwater.

Half a minute later, he emerges from a spontaneous door, still dripping wet but now wearing pants.

...Those pants sure do fail to conceal. A thing.

She turns bright scarlet again and makes a noise similar to a teakettle that's been on too long.

He giggles some more.

"You, um, you've got, um," she fumbles inarticulately.

"Should I," giggle, "go away and come back again," giggle.

"...Maybe?"

Well that's not a definite yes so he's just going to keep giggling.

She sits down and puts her head between her knees and breathes heavily. "Why are you so pretty," she mumbles.

"Blame the valley!"

She raises a fist and shakes it at the air, still with her head between her knees. "Whyyyy have you betrayed meeeee?"

Now he is giggling so hard he has to sit down.

She glances up, sees that the offending object has been blocked from view by his current position, and uncurls slightly. "So. Um. Does that just. Happen a lot. Or."

He grins at her.

"Stupid lousy breaking problem."

"...yeah." The grin fades.

"You," she says, pointing at him imperiously, "are going to practice a lot and fix the problem."

"Am I now."

"I would ask if you knew how stupidly hot that one book was except that I already know the answer to that question, considering how creased the spine is!"

Giggle. "It's my favourite."

"I am not surprised! It is stupidly hot! You are also kind of stupidly hot!"

"I admit to being a little confused that you're drawn to," he gestures at himself, "this."

"Are you kidding have you seen how pretty you are with the sun gleaming off those--"

"Well." He smiles. "All right."

"Also, like, the thing I said when we met--this kind of attention from any of the normal men I knew would have, on some level, been a threat."