Jennifer attempted to jump back a little when John splashed water at her, but it was pretty much impossible. Laughing, she looked at him, and shook her head. "You're going to get it, John," she said with a playful glint in her eyes. Cupping her hand in the water, she scooped some up, and started to throw it at him.
She couldn't remember the last time she'd had this much fun. It seemed weird since they were trapped on some unknown island, but at the moment she didn't care. All Jennifer cared about was getting John as wet as she possibly could.
However, she stopped when she realized something John had said just moments before. Stopping her assualt on him, she furrowed her brow. "Woosley? Why would we have to ask him for permission? Wouldn't we ask Sam?" she curiously asked.