You couldn't be ectobiologically related to Her Imperious Condescension without having a little bit of cunning in you, and that was where Feferi stood-- or swam as the case may be. She could put up with a lot out of a misfortunate human who just didn't know what he was missing out on. But there was a point at which even she drew the line.

No one, no one stole her goldfish crackers.

She watches the edges of the pool from beneath the surface, circling like a shark, wondering if Dave is enough of a suckerfish to fall for her trickery. Almost ready to give up and call it a night, a distorted figure comes into her field of view, and she perks up instantly. She can't really hear the voice that well under water, but there aren't very many who come here at night. At first just her horns poke out of the water, suitable for the Jaws theme to start playing if such a thing could even happen, then the rest of her head and nothing more.

"Hello Dave!" She rehearsed this in her head for quite some time, but now all preparation just flies out the window. "Actually, I found my towel right after I messaged you! Crazy, right? But since you're here and all... are you sure you don't want to join me?"