Racing over the lake, Weavile could feel some of the cool mist rolling off the water. Although it was nothing compared to the wake trailing behind them, it still felt refreshing. Carefully glancing over his shoulder, he watched the water tremble and crash behind them.

As the bike landed, Weavile sat still for a few moments. It was then that he realized he had been holding his breath. For how long, he wasn't sure. Slowly breathing out, he climbed off the bike. His legs were a bit shaky, but he regained balance soon enough.

"That was..." he paused, trying to think of the appropriate word. Fun. Dangerous. Exciting. "... an experience. Thank you." He shot her a small smile.