"Okay," she said with a playful roll of her eyes. She reached for the stones on Plymouth's hands, wrapping her fingers around them. Daphne hopped once, wondering if it would help if she stood closer to the edge of the cliff. She had managed to skip a stone before Plymouth spoke again.

Slowly, she turned her head to meet his eyes. It took her a while for the words to sink in and make sense. He was complimenting her and...admitting things that made her nervous. "Oh, Plymouth," she whined, shaking the rock in her hand before she turned to face the lake.

She flicked.

One. Two. Sink.

"What am I going to do with you?" Really. What was she going to do? He kept feeding her compliments and it made her ego expand. If she didn't know any better. Hehe. If she didn't know any better.

"If I didn't know any better," she voiced loudly, swinging her arm back, last stone in hand. "I'd say you looooove me," finished the blond with a chuckle, flicked her wrist and let the stone soar.

One. Twoooo. THREE. THREE! Giving out a triumphant shout, she bounced up and down, clapping and cheering herself on.

Oh. She was good. Although, this was probably as good as she'd ever get. It wasn't like she was going to keep practicing stone skipping. It really wasn't her thing. At this thought she wrinkled her nose.