Susan paused, fingers hooked through the strap on her shoulder as she stared at him. “Well, toss the clothing in too although I think we’ll need to discuss that later.” She sighed, running a hand through her hair. “Come on! It’s not that deep, I swear!” Biting her lip, she took off running toward the river’s edge. “You have to jump in with me! It’s no fun to do it by myself! And it’s not like it’s a confined space or anything! This is the best way.”
"Discuss what?" Richard asked, getting a bit stare-y. He looked to her, "If it’s not deep, we’ll break our legs when we jump in." he frowned, "I don’t think I can swim right now, you have to help me." he mumbled quietly, looking a little nervous." he followed her as she ran to the edge, holding her hand tightly, then jumping in with her, turning and clinging frantically to her. He let out a loud yelp at the cold.
"She won’t believe that, you’d have to be with me." John sighed heavily, slightly sulking.
Richard looked about ready to go into a fully flung tantrum, but then sighed, “Fine.” he huffed.
"Susan doesn’t give me cake. So you’d still have to go get it." John’s smile just a bit wider.
"Tell her it’s for me or w-wear a disguise or something!" Richard demanded, stomping a foot, "I want cake!"
"I offered you chocolate. But if you’d rather starve. Then oh well~" John laughed, just lightly at the dramatics.
"I’m dying." Richard mumbled, "I need cake t-to survive. Susan cake."
"Jump into the river," Susan finally laughed, shaking her head. She never quite knew when he was honestly confused or just fucking with her and it made her mouth twitch up in amusement. "You stink! I probably stink too. We both need to rinse off." Climbing out of the tent, she glanced around before shirking off her dress and grabbing Richard’s arm. "Come on! On three we’ll jump in. We can adjust to the temperature change once we’re in."
Richard watched, leaning against a tree, “Wait, we’re getting undressed? But the smell is on our clothes. I sprayed that stuff all over my shirt and cardigan…” he said, letting her pull him over to the river, “How deep is it?” he frowned, clamming up and shaking his head, “No… no, I can’t do that. I can’t swim right now, what if I sink?”
"Guest who eats all my things." John snarked back.
"Well I w-would be the guest who eats i-if you gave me cake. I’m starving, here!"
"You’ve got the picky palette here." John poked lightly at him with his socked foot
"Hey, I’m your guest!" Richard said indignantly, "That hurt!" he lied.