Not when you're getting that fine fringe and waist drenched in salt water, you're not.

[ The splashing isn't doing him any favors there either. Nihlus makes an indignant little chirrup, ducking his head against the droplets. He'd try to splash back, but that'd mean ruining the delicate balance of buoyancy and paddling and he's not in the mood to get more gross water in his mouth than he needs to right now. ]

And I'll be racist against pineapples if I want to be!

[ What even are pineapples anyways. ]