"—not this high."

Michael looks at Moira. "Don't you dare."

She drops, taking Michael with her. "WHEEEEEE!"

"AGHGHGHGHHGHH!"

He giggles and drops, too.

Moira's lying on top of the water, giggling. 

"I have returned the boy mermaid to his natural environment."

"Hah ha," he says, flatly.

"You could've teleported away," he says when he's no longer underwater.

"I have decorum, thank you very much."

"No you don't."

"Slander!"

"Is it slander when it's true?"

"How do I lack decorum?"

"You're naked. And you landed on me."

"Hey, for all you know that's normal around here."

Jacob floats down towards them and shakes his head.

"Don't trust him! He's like two months old!"

Shrug.

"I think two months is long enough to know."

"Well, he's not exactly dressed. And sometimes he's very jumpy."

He rolls his eyes, but he's smiling.

"Besides, normal is boring."

"You still lack decorum."

"I have mer-Miracle decorum. It's way more fun."