Training means little when you're still a boy at heart, and lacking the kind of reasoning that says you're going too far. So while they bob in the water, his legs still locked against Cougar's, Jake thinks nothing of it. They're teammates. They share tight spaces and everything they have between them. This is no different.

Gasping and spluttering, shaking his head to try and clear the water from his eyes. For a moment it is feeling better, less boiling in his mouth and leaving his skin fiery. Obeying as he opens his mouth and sticks out his tongue.

"Ahhhhhh,' he says, and then adds. "'as uh oop." Or even was the soup. It's easy to understand, right?