[Guy, meanwhile, is taking in the good weather himself in a rather strange way. Namely, he's laying on the bank of the river near the bridge, leaning back on his hands with his pant legs rolled up and his feet in the river like some sort of backwater hick.
And it feels great.
...and what is this? A fine lady o'er yonder? Now he gets a great view to go with his river-basking! Ahhh the fates are occasionally kind after all.]
[Action]
And it feels great.
...and what is this? A fine lady o'er yonder? Now he gets a great view to go with his river-basking! Ahhh the fates are occasionally kind after all.]