[Evan flaps his hand at the pair of them -- yeah, yeah -- rather than holler as he reaches the other shore. His cocky grin hasn't budged, and he makes a bit of a show of going about picking appropriate pebbles.

Then, somehow, it seems like the young man has gained some serious lift power in the last few days. He hefts one without apparent issue, stacking it on his shoulder over one arm, then goes for a second...

...but the jig is up when he fails to keep a good enough grip on the first rock and it begins to lazily float upwards.

This doesn't seem to fuss him, though: he's still grinning like a doof. Now that he's no longer trying to be a massive show-off he just starts wading out into the stream again, pushing the pebbles through the air in front of him. It's been a really good day since he started using float powder on the rocks.]