Pearl begins to droop as Rose's countenance falls, a dejected slump creeping into her shoulders. But she looks up as an irrepressible giggle fills the shower, and --

"Ah!"

The spray hits her right in the face, as warm and exuberant as Rose's laughter, and she instinctively throws up her arms to ward it off. Not that it does any good, of course. Then she's half-sputtering, half-laughing along -- almost rushing forward to give Rose a relieved hug, but mindful of her drenched state at the last moment. She's already gotten Rose wet enough tonight, surely.

"I was really worried for a minute, there!"