Look, he's gonna do it, and he's not gonna be a little bitch about it or anything. That doesn't mean he has to like it, or look forward to the gross goopy texture he's going to be knuckles-deep in for the next few hours.

Much like her and her wind wonderings, he does, admittedly, spend a couple seconds considering what some of those Witcher signs would be like when used under water — would aard blast through some of the landscaping, would it just make a huge air bubble, or would it blast him backwards through the water like a jet ski?

...okay, that would be awesome, and he will absolutely test it out at a later time when teenagers aren't present to mock him for it.

Anyway.

He arches an eyebrow at her, half skeptical, half jealous.

"What magic? Aloha-landscaping? Abraca-agriculture? What're we talking?"