Bartholomew leveled a look at Hubert; he wasn’t buying it. “I pulled this entire ecosystem out of thin air, and I’m about to turn the water into chocolate. If you need me to summon a sporting goods store, I’ll do it, but what if you just try taking off your clothes?”
Hubert blushed.
Bartholomew softened. “Hubert…”
Hubert looked at his feet. “I’m just…I’m a little shy.”
“That’s okay, Hubert. It’s just us. Here, I’ll turn my back.” Bartholomew did so. “Does that help?”
Hubert toyed with the snaps on his shirt but couldn’t bring himself to tug on one. “Not really.”
“I’ll get in, then.” Bartholomew dove across the shallow water. “I won’t even watch or anything,” he hollered when he surfaced on the other side of the pool. “See?” He made a show of splashing around. “Just frolicking, here. You go on about your business.”
Hubert laughed. He wriggled out of his shoes, but danged if his snaps weren’t acting like they were glued shut.