[Naturally she gets soaked. Of course. She can't just find the nice, convenient jellies and hop across, that's too simple. Instead she needs to plunge under and eventually swim her own way to the shore.

The moment she resurfaces though is the moment she feels something weight atop her head. By the time she reaches the shore her hair buns are sagging from the weight of the water, her clothing clings to her and she drags herself out of the water before she reaches up for whatever it is on her head.

... It quacks. Her scowl deepens as she holds this turtle duck between her hands.]

What.

[Mai's itching for ways to vent her frustration at the situation. She sure didn't ask to end up in some magical wonderland being followed by a turtle duck that was apparently some kind of familiar or whatever. Not that she hates the turtle duck... okay, maybe she's been letting it ride on her head now and then. Who's to judge her for it, yeah?

Anyhow she's found the training grounds and she breathes an obvious sigh of relief. Finally, something to do that isn't sitting in an inn room, soaking in a hot spring or getting lost in a town she has no clue about. Target practice she can get behind and it's target practice she's at.

The first time she manages to zip one of her knives back in her hand thanks to this whole kinetic thing she actually quirks a half-grin.]

At least this is useful.

[The turtle duck near her feet quacks it's agreement. She pauses with her knife in hand and then leans over to ruffle the feathers on it's head.]

[Frankly Mai doesn't care in the least about this whole argument. King Arthur, Celliwig, Elphame Traders -- none of them mean a thing to her as a new arrival. And the more people try to explain the situation to her the less she begins to care. Eventually she just gestures around to all of the activities.]

Which of these is the least annoying to do.

[And this is how she ends up picking cookies off of trees. Or bushes. Or just growing out of the ground like this is how this naturally happens.

At least she doesn't seem to begrudge this particular task, though she's not above giving a knife a little twirl through a group of checkboard cookie stems to cut down a bunch at once. She's terribly good at not hitting anyone else and just cutting stems, not cookies.

She even pauses at one point to knock down one out of reach chocolate chip on a tree, catching it in her basket as it falls.]

[After cleaning off what blades got used in driving the minotaur away Mai silently volunteers to help clean up. She doesn't actually verbally volunteer but she just starts moving this and that with her kinetic magic, not saying a word about 'help' or anything like that.

The only reason she even concedes to the Buddy System in the end is through the harping of natives recommending it and likewise the familiar touch of internal guilt that comes with looking like she doesn't want to help someone else who might need it.

So she gives in only to find out one or the other of them has to touch some bit of the other person. And after about five minutes of hand-holding while still trying to clean she gives up.

Her voice is droll and tired to say the least.]

Can we just tie our shirts together or something.

[A ritual of water purification -- okay, sure, fine, whatever. What makes her brow twitch though is this whole 'perfectly in sync' business.]

We may as well practice this first. What's the spell we have to chant.

[Want to take a dip in the hot spring? Maybe talk over AOL? Or heck, any of the other options? Feel free to make something up and heave it here. PMs are open for any questions.]