[She's a nimble little thing, but a quick eyeball of the sides of the tub makes him decide that she probably won't be able to jump out, which is for the better; as the water starts to run, he eases her down into the tub and keeps his hands there until she can feel the fur around her toes start to go damp, petting her soothingly as she wriggles around.]

I won't let him know how she learned. I bet he won't like the thought of me dragging her through the water until she gets the hang of moving around in it.

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Did they ever tell you I'm going to be a secret agent, by the time they meet me?