Hark simply laughed before putting his hands behind his back and starting to rock on his heels. That’s right. Maria had told him that pointing, unless you had a good reason to, was rude. But it was a simple mistake, right? Easily recoverable.
So he answered Xana’s question without missing a beat.
"Went for a swim. The fishes are awesome, you should see them! One of them has this huge black spot that goes from the head to the tail and some even got really close to me. I got out because I saw a cat trying to get one of the fishes. Scared it away."
Before tilting his head to the side.
"And what are you here for?"
That laughter did nothing more than make the program’s eye twitch, scowl not getting any better. Did hark think he was joking? He huffs, crossing his arms defensively. This was going to be torture for him. Not only was Hark a child but a little shit to boot. Part of him wanted to up and leave, hope that the next time he stepped foot in this garden that he’d be met with an older, less aggravating Hark.
"That wasn’t very smart of you. Do you have anything you can dry off with?" Xana did not want the kid getting cold and catching something. What an idiot. Couldn’t he have stayed out of the water and still looked at the fish he found so fascinating? Now he had the program itching to find a towel of some sort and dry him off.
His scowl had fade but he certainly wasn’t smiling, “I was here to check up on someone. But that certain someone isn’t here right now.”