Joly laughs, a little less tipsy than he had been when they started talking; the effort of actually thinking about the whole thing is sobering him up a little.

A very little.

"I didn't see it! I mean, not really,because of, yes. The thigh." The thigh! Right! Thigh-adjacent, anyway. "Apparently that was a mistake. The lady-- oh! We didn't tell you. After the castle left! Well it was a very nice morning then, you know, and there we both were, so, well, it might have been worse. And the whole place-- the landscape, you know-- it was much nicer than it had looked in the dark. Very pretty place, looked like sprin, flowers everywhere. So we walked to the lake, thinking maybe it wouldn't be so very deep after all. Ah, it was!" Joly couldn't quite explain why he finds this so funny, but he has to laugh about it.

He recovers himself and adds "But there was the boat! But also there was that one woman, the one from the boat. And the one from the castle. The ones who weren't naked, you know!" That had been an unexepectdly rare qualifier in their trip. "And I suppose they'd been talking about us? Well, that's always an awkward moment, isn't it?"