Clover's hanging out by the pool, clad in her bikini. She's got a towel wrapped around herself for now, not ready to go in just yet, though she does spot someone by the edge of the pool who looks like he's about to. The white of his hair is kind of hard to miss, and she's just about to approach him, though someone else gets to him first.

--and they send they send him flying into the pool, of course.

That's rather unexpected; her eyes widen a bit in surprise, but she does have an amused expression on her face when she approaches him-- waiting for him to surface.

She watches as the "culprit" runs off in a laugh, and she has to suppress some laughter herself.

"Who was that?"

Some friend, if so.