Paul smiled a bit at her query. "Just because it rains doesn't mean we shouldn't clean things! It we lived our lives always fearing the storm, I'm afraid we'd never get anything done, now would we?" His philosophical take on it all, which, of course, Dora hadn't asked for. Paul didn't care. He was always spewing things like this. Spreading the WIZdom, obviously.

"Would you like to help me? I'll give you poooooints," he grinned. "Or cookies. Or perhaps, maybe, both." Some students preferred one over the other.

He squeeeeeezed the sudsy sponge out on the structure, then dabbed his finger into the soap. He would draw a picture! BUBBLES WERE FUN, WERE THEY NOT?