"That is... different," she insists, a bit of a gleam in her eyes and a tiny smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth though she tries to banish it-- the first outward sign of her own amusement over her silliness. "It does not get in between my toes then!"

It is slimy. With a bit of lingering disgruntlement, she brings her other foot into the water, resigning herself to muddy toes even as she dares to slacken her grip on Faramir's hand a little upon realizing just how tightly she's holding on. A surge of curious, affection-laden frustration wells within her at his question, and she huffs lightly; how unfair, as it only has but one answer imaginable.

"Of course not," she murmurs, silent in acknowledgement of the forever fact for a beat before rallying, "That is not to say I have decided this is a particularly good idea..."