"Lyra," Anna half-whispered, watching as her friend took it upon herself to grab a fish and toss it into the water below. Hopefully Mister Masterson wouldn't get upset with her for taking one of his fish. He seemed to be an easygoing man, though, so it was probably all good. Nevertheless, Anna didn't dare touch a fish without asking first. Throwing fish for that squid did look rather fun, though. Reluctantly, Anna glanced up at the groundskeeper. "Mister Master, may I throw a fish in, as well?" she asked.

She didn't need to wait for an answer, though, because no sooner had the question left her mouth, the groundskeeper was giving the group his approval. Reaching down and picking up a fish, Anna walked a tiny bit closer to the cliff and glanced down. She watched the water a bit, then chunked her fish high into the air. She watched as it sailed down, then splashed into the water. Well, that was...fun.

She listened as Lyra questioned Mister Masterson's need for the squid's assistance. "Yeah, what for...if you don't mind us asking, that is. Do you think he might be able to give you some answers about the flooding school?" she asked. She hadn't thought about the giant squid when it came to figuring out the whole flood ordeal. Was he involved? Did he have any answers?