"That's good to know!" Winny replied back, heartened by the knowledge that she didn't have to smell like chemical scents whenever she was forced to shower and wash her hair. "See, this is why I wanted to hang out with you." She said after dipping her hair back into the water and running her fingers through it, hoping that the grease that had built up over her plane trip would magically disintegrate into the river water. "You can tell me everything about surviving in the Cirque without getting eaten or having to smell like nasty, synthetic chemicals."
She stretched out her legs under the water, wriggling her toes as a school of small fish passed by, brushing against her feet. "We can do it whenever." She said with a shrug. "I'll take the necessary ingredients from the kitchens and find some gloves to use so I don't get bacon grease all over my fingers." Winny hummed sympathetically when he mentioned the dreams, wanting to help. "I went down for a nap after we stopped talking and I didn't get any dreams, or any bruises. So maybe it's stopped and it's safe to sleep again?" She shrugged, grinning in response to his grin. "He really did! Now I'm almost out of pot, though. I wonder if I could grow some somewhere."