[That fire lighting in the owlbear in response to his agreement? It's both surprising for how gentle and mild-mannered Rue had come across, and incredibly charming at the same time, earning a wry smile from the half-orc in response.

Maybe they could indulge in that tirade later, as for now the film had definitely shifted, Fjord watching as their younger selves interacted- the half-orc child looking from the little owlbear and their worried face, and the hat bobbing in the waves before he offered a crooked grin, all enthusiasm and shy friendliness as he gave a light illustrative thump to his chest.

'I can get that for you, easy! Wait right here!' Without hesitation, he was off like a shot- floundering a bit once he got to the water, but definitely earnest in his awkward swimming/paddling towards the lost hat.

Fjord, despite everything, couldn't help a low, wry chuckle at the sight.]

Lucky for that hat, if it was just a year earlier there's no way I'd be able to get out that far. At least as old as I'm guessin' I am there. Any older and Grankton'd have me divin' for salvage with the older kids. [Because sending children diving for ocean salvage was absolutely responsible and safe child-minding, right?]