Bell reached the top of the rock and made his jump back into the pond. He resurfaced and grinned up at Darrow, pushing his wet hair out of his eyes while responding. "The prize is the thrill of victory," he joked. "I suppose the loser could owe the winner a favor. But do you want to tack that on now, when you know you're going to lose?" He'd paused to bob in the water for a minute and talk, but now Bellamy started making purposeful strokes towards the finish line.
