When there was water, Siobhan was almost certain to be close by. Especially when the carnival was to be venturing toward less watery climes in the very near future. (Ugh, Dallas. All dry and land-locked. At least Shreveport had rivers.) One had to venture to fill up their quota while they still could.
Now a creek wasn't nearly as satisfying as an ocean, to be fair, but those tended to have a greater chance of people staring at you funny when you broke out in scales. (Possibly due to the better chance of having people.) And, even more than that was the chance of there being concerned lifeguards that got all flustered when you didn't come up for air for a few hours. The wandering progression of green she could at least pass off as a close, personal relationship with hair-dye and body modification if necessary.
But there was water all the same, yes? And so Siobhan was there, or on her way there (which was very nearly the same thing) when she spotted Bobby. Her lips quirked up as he mumbled, smiling to herself and flopping down next to him with a cheerful splash of her feet breaking the surface.
"So," she inquired brightly. "What are we waiting for, taibhse beag?"