“Oh! We’re here again?” Emil held very still, only his eyes moving as he examined Lalli’s haven. “That’s… fine. I have figured out the trick to not falling in."
“Mmm?” Lalli repositioned his feet, placing one on the edge of Emil’s plank.
“I’m just not going to move! It might be awkward, but I am really tired of getting dunked in swamp-water. How do dream-clothes get so wet, anyway? Besides, you must be getting tired too, of helping me wring them out and hanging them up on trees for me.”
“Mmm,” said Lalli. Before giving the plank a little push.