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What Jonothon knew about canoeing could be summed up in very few words: There is a boat. There are paddles. Somehow, you use one in order to propel the other, and pray you don't fall in.
Not that he was particularly worried about falling in. Fears of drowning were pretty much obliterated along with his need to breathe. And anyhow, there were lifejackets. Lifejackets which, he had to note, looked absolutely ridiculous.
//The bright orange'll be a good look on yer, luv,// he mused, leaning over the edge of the wharf to peer into the canoe.
[For the daaaate. Stuck here so as to not risk breaking the Kellerman's posts. I'm done spamming the flist today, promise!]
Not that he was particularly worried about falling in. Fears of drowning were pretty much obliterated along with his need to breathe. And anyhow, there were lifejackets. Lifejackets which, he had to note, looked absolutely ridiculous.
//The bright orange'll be a good look on yer, luv,// he mused, leaning over the edge of the wharf to peer into the canoe.
[For the daaaate. Stuck here so as to not risk breaking the Kellerman's posts. I'm done spamming the flist today, promise!]