Jack marched Rhys across to the water tower. ‘I’m taking you the flashy way’, he said.
‘Your flying lift thing?’, asked Rhys.
‘Yup.’
‘Lovely.’ Rhys eyed the giant silver fountain. ‘And that never fails to impress, does it?’
‘Nope.’
[They descend.]
‘Thing is, the Missus has already shown me it, mate.’
‘Ah’, said Jack.
They started to sink out of view of an unconcerned Bay.
‘Actually’, admitted Rhys’s voice from the void, ‘It’s still bloody impressive. Does it just have the one speed?’
There was the tiniest of pauses. And a click.
‘Wheeeeeee!’