[It takes Edna a while to answer; between coughing out the water offending her throat and shoving the mess of hair out of her face. The little spray of water from Gustav finally gets her to look and-- ah. Well doesn't that just explain it. A bear. She seems fairly calm about that though. It's not that she isn't grateful to both of them internally, but well. She's never been good at showing it. The expression on her face says it all, even before she says it out loud.]
no subject
Never been better.
[Only the complete opposite.]
...I hate water.