Peter scrambles up onto the rock and finally rises to a standing position, lining up his dive as Tiger Lily watches from below with wide eyes, probably admiring his lithe body with its tan, freckly skin and smooth, lanky, boyish muscle. He grins obnoxiously down at Tiger Lily and flings his arms up over his head, his messy, dark blonde hair curling from the moist, salty air. He lets out a joyful yell as he leaps from the rock, the words "I'm flying!" escaping before he plunges into the water below. He breaks the surface after a few seconds, shaking his head like a wet dog might to dry out its fur, and bursts out laughing at the slightly worried look on Tiger Lily's face. "I'm fine, Tiger Lily! Here, why don't you give it a try..."
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