Vincent gets his feet back on the lake floor, frowning. He can't decide if his friends are fucking with him or being deadly serious, and he doesn't like it. Robin told him some pretty wild stuff about geese.

"What, do they like... Scream or somethin'?" He cautiously asks, hunching a little.

"No, no," Robin shakes his head, doing his best to keep his spreading smirk out of his voice, "They honk."

"...They honk?" Vincent furrows his brows.

"With reckless abandon, yeah," Robin says.

While it's always fun to mess with Vincent a little, Robin's far more delighted in the fact that Irahl's contributing to this mess at all. He got to see this side of Irahl a little bit during their time in the dark, but it was usually directed at him, and often not as benign as this.