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Alexis, of all things, looked fine -- they shook themself like a dog, teeth chattering a little (and wasn't that a sight); and with a gesture they pulled the water away from Preacher's feet, and it slopped backwards. The trellis above them was decked with multitudes of flowers: coral roses, strings of white clovers, tansies, zinnias. Alexis reached up and plucked a single edelweiss flower, looping it into one of their braids.

"Wasn't me," they said with a shrug. "Told you we wouldn't die. Magic's stupid."

From somewhere unseen, there was the loud click of a camera.

"Spooky," Alexis jeered, wiggling their fingers at her faux-menacingly, and trailed after her - the water parted before her feet, and theirs too, leaving a clean pathway out of the pond. "What, is that all we get out of it?" They threw a dismissive look back at the pond, where the now-sodden plushie and chocolates box lay. "Just some flowers and a creepin' sense of disappointment?"

Alexis -- chuckled, kind of hoarse, and their shoulders heaved with the quiet force of it. "This is the stupidest s**t, ********' othercreature sets up shop with a tunnel of love to give us Purikura? Who does that, what the ********." Their lip curled back, but in an amused sort of way.

"If you want the plush I could probably dry it out 'bout halfway? No promises about any more, 'cause I might break it by accident."

The chocolates were probably still edible - it didn't look like the container had opened. It was just there, bobbing gently along the top of the little pool.

"I am not gonna make somethin' explode," Alexis sighed the sigh of the long-suffering, but the water carried the plush over to them and extended it up with a gentle tendril with flower petals floating loosely within. With a clench of their fist, the toy had a look rather like it had gone through an unpleasant dryer cycle, like it'd been brutally wrung out like some pool towel...but it was fairly dry, which was what counted.

(The water hadn't sprayed onto Preacher. Small mercies.)

"Merry Christmas, Maria, be my lawfully wedded wife. ******** yes let's get some curly fries."

"Obviously you're Mercer's beard, n' that's why we ain't gonna get married in Vegas," Alexis drawled, their lips pulling up into a smirk. The flower stayed put as they turned towards the street, linking their arm through Preacher's (they shivered a little bit, there was a little hesitation, but it was a touch on Their terms which was the important part). "If you get any'f those stupid photos framed I want a copy to remind myself how dumb magic s**t is."