Riku folded the handkerchief carefully, pressed it briefly to his lips, and tucked it into his pocket, since it wasn't like he could tie it somewhere.
Belle tried desperately to not flush deep pink and nodded, going back to her seat with the ladies. Goodness, she didn't mean to do that right in front of everyone. But it had been done, and he knew that she was rooting for him.
"Come on Abe," Riku said, going mid-calf into the water.
Belle shook her head, watching them in their strangeness. "He just might be so," she said.
Abe followed Riku slowly, wincing a little at the slimy feel of the rocks. "What are the rules of engagement, Your Majesty?" Touch points? Knocked over? How were they keeping score?