"Sure," Dylan drawled. "Let me race the man who's like, a pro swimmer and probably secretly has webbed feet or whatever." She knew she wouldn't beat him, but it wasn't in her to turn down a challenge even if he clearly had all the advantages. She figured she'd get her own back later and challenge him to a dance off.
She shook her head for a second, feigning reluctance. Without warning, she took off full speed at a front crawl, aiming for a spot where rock gave way to what looked like a climbable shoreline. "Last one to the bank owes the other one a drink!" she called back on a gasp before sticking her face in the water and hauling ass.