( kimberly hart does not have time for this. this, of course, being the entire wishing well garbage. she's currently seated on one of the stone benches, elbows resting on her knees, one hand pressed firmly to the bridge of her nose as she tries her best to ignore the casual bitching of her friend in the background. her friend who is, you know, currently half in the water. her friend that's a goddamn fucking mermaid, with a great big giant floppy tail and everything, who just so happens to also not have a fucking shirt on.  

it's just a lot, okay, and kimberly isn't really prepared for it. she hasn't had nearly enough caffeine yet today, but she can't just sit here either. so. head up, face the camera, smile. go back to being a cheerleader, and just focus on getting through halftime. or something, whatever. she's a bit out of practice. )

Hey, so — ( and as soon as the words get out of her mouth, clary's high pitched freakout can be heard steadily rising in volume in the background; kimberly's whole body turns like a whip, voice snapping, ) Clary! Can you not!

( which, okay, maybe it's a little harsh, but. whatever. she's trying to help. )

Hey. So. Cadelle. Does anybody have, like, a wheelbarrow... or a hose... or one of those stupid Nerf water pistols? Because my friend here just turned herself into a goddamn mermaid — yes, Clary, I'm talking about you!

( more fingertips pinching the bridge of her nose. more deep breaths. she can do this. focus. think about yoga. )

Does anybody have anything that might help? Or know what kind of fish merpeople eat? Or... anything?

( please, for the love of god, anything. )

That'd be great. If you could, like, let me know? Or maybe come help out, if you've got stuff? Or — oh! — if anybody knows where I can get a kiddie pool? Yeah. That'd be good too.

( somebody help her. )

Anyway, yeah. That's... that's about it. Thanks? Okay, bye.

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