"It will settle when you sit. As long you do not rock the boat or thrash, it will not overturn." He straightened his back, forcing Reed to give up on his efforts to get on his shoulders. The Decidueye gave a hoot and instead sat beside him...and practically glued to his side. Walter exhaled out of his nose, quite used to these antics it seemed.

"Have you never been rowing before?" He looked for the oars. Lake Toluca traditionally held rowboats on it's surface; for aesthetic reasons, some old law or to preserve the quiet and stillness, Walter didn't know.