[He thinks nothing of her walking into the water as she does. His land is filled with fantastical creatures and the girl has a whiff of the wet to her. As she has no fear of the water she walks so casually into, he has none for her, smiling when she pops up on the other side and starts to collect what they came for. He had, of course, been able to see her through the rather clear water surrounding the island.]

Quite right. You know, I have to say, I never have sorted out exactly how many flowers are in a bushel. Do you suppose it's merely an armful? Two? Well, however many you can gather is however many we'll bring back, yes?