Glub... glub... bubble... A massive, awkward silhouette looms out of the deep-sea gloom. It’s Will Vandom and Irma Lair, wearing heavy vintage diving helmets, their suits seamlessly fused butt-to-butt. Will is straining, trying to march forward, while Irma is completely relaxed, leaning backward against Will like a human lounge chairWill: krrzk "Irma! Put your feet down! I am literally dragging your entire body weight across a bed of sharp coral! This is a magical emergency, not a piggyback ride!"Irma: krrzk "Hey, that weird Meridian relic did what it did, Will. Our backsides wanted to float in the ocean forever, and honestly, the water pressure down here is doing wonders for my lower back. Oh, look! A visitor! Quick, ask them if they have any waterproof snacks."Will: krrzk "Oh my gosh, ignore her! Hello! Please tell me you aren't a hallucination from nitrogen narcosis. We are completely stuck back-to-back and we need a way to break this underwater curse right now!"