[ The smile becomes a small grin. She knows she's the toy, if not how much, and she's willing to play anyway. Her ankle swings before two free hands press flat on the edge of the pool to push herself off and into the water; arms stay above the surface for a moment, then sway underwater as a girl and her guest stand right in front of each other.
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Cellar is looking down, shrugging lightly.]
Guess spiders can swim.
[ And she leans in for a kiss. ]