Shirt plastered to his chest, Charlie looked up and grinned. He had almost as many bubbles in his hair as Nia.
"We're both very clean," he said. "And getting sleepy."
"No, no sleepy," Nia stated, splashing her feet. She stood up, red curls flat, pink skin swathed in bubbles, and did a little dance to prove how awake she was. Charlie put his arms out to grab her in case she slipped.