[ It might be a stupid plan, but she couldn't say one way or the other. She doesn't exactly have much to go on in that respect, because it's not as though she's familiar with water versus hamster ball physics. Anything seems like it would be worth a try at this point, if only for lack of a better idea, and she finds herself entirely too nervous about this situation for any brilliant plans to be forthcoming aside from attempting a Corridor of Darkness. That, however, is relegated to Plan Z for a variety of reasons, not the least of which because she doesn't necessarily trust her aim. (And, you know, she's also not exactly eager to let a stranger in on the fact that she can do things like that.) ]
[ Naminé is not nearly as verbally inclined, which is probably why she listens in concentrated silence, finally looking over at him as he explains with her eyes still politely lifted. Whether it's for her benefit or not, she does get something out of it; she probably needs to make sure her towel is going to stay in place without her holding it. ]
... Just a second.
[ That is Priority One, clearly, so she looks only a little embarrassed as she tugs it more tightly around herself, fiddling with the edge while being very careful not to let it unwrap too much. No wardrobe malfunctions on her watch. While she does that, there's a mildly awkward pause that even she seems to recognize as such, because after a moment she asks, offhandedly and with her eyes still on her task, ]
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[ Naminé is not nearly as verbally inclined, which is probably why she listens in concentrated silence, finally looking over at him as he explains with her eyes still politely lifted. Whether it's for her benefit or not, she does get something out of it; she probably needs to make sure her towel is going to stay in place without her holding it. ]
... Just a second.
[ That is Priority One, clearly, so she looks only a little embarrassed as she tugs it more tightly around herself, fiddling with the edge while being very careful not to let it unwrap too much. No wardrobe malfunctions on her watch. While she does that, there's a mildly awkward pause that even she seems to recognize as such, because after a moment she asks, offhandedly and with her eyes still on her task, ]
What do bananas have to do with it?