About that time, Zinzie strode in and plopped himself down on the edge of the pool by them. He dangled his feet into the water and smiled. "Having a nice bath?" He asked, "I think I feel like a new man, myself." He didn't seem too concerned with the lack of clothing on either of them. His people's culture was one that didn't breed shame of the body. They bathed whenever they got the chance, often in rivers or lake water. Men and women bathed together and, because most of them had done so their whole lives, they had few problems. 

"Did you figure out the plans you were hoping to make?" He wasn't sure what they wanted to do about this whole 'wish fountain' thing, but if they were willing to help him, he was up for anything. He was just happy to be able to enjoy freedom once more. Perhaps the days between him and his reunion with his people would finally be numbered.