You poke the ugly probe where GROVE told you, and then where GROVE didn’t, because sensors like witnesses.

Bay A slurps. The number is high enough that Oskar makes a face like soup. Bay C is shy, surface dry, roots still polite. Bay B is a shrug.

Imani: “Now you know. Water is a letter you send to the dry ones. The wet ones need air in the pores more than they need your feelings.”

You can still do the differential thing, boring and correct. You can still soak all of it because a storm is a mood and moods like hoses.

Lina on comm: “Light is still falling while you date a puddle.”

She is not wrong. Water is one meal. Photons are another.