Plymouth Morgan was entirely too confusing for her at the moment. Rolling her eyes, she let out a sigh as she kicked more pebbles in search of another smooth and flat rock to skip. "Three times might be pushing it. Let's try two again. I'm good at two."

Picking up a rock, she stared at the lake defiantly before flicking her wrist and letting the stone go.

One skip. Two skips. Twooo--Two and a half?