Clearly Lukas had no inner child left to be scowling at a talking crab. It was at times like these that Mao really wondered why the fuck he liked the guy so much. "God, you are such a baby. It was a crab, not a man eating tiger. I'm sure your magic Jedi space bubble would have kept his scary pinchies away. And yeah, I saw how big it was, that was the whole point." Luke was lucky he had steered clear of the water, Mao's intention had been to throw it at him. He flapped a hand in a dismissive wave. "Nothing woulda happened, I knew what I was doing."
He poked Luke in the ribs as he defended his powers, still pouty. "Booo..." Luke won, for now.
After his dip, Mao didn't feel like he was baking in the summer heat anymore. He might have been sopping, dripping wet, but at least he was comfortable, though he had a feeling there was a good chance he was going to end up with some sunburn. He pushed wet hair out of his face and sprawled his legs out in front of him, quietly appreciating the view, allowing Luke to practice.