[He blinks down at himself, idly plucking at his clothes. They're pretty much sticking to his skin, proving Lightning's point.]

So it's been like... a few hours or days or something. I can't really tell.

[Hope continues to idly slosh his feet through the mud and grass, enjoying the squishing sounds the motions make. Doing so also happens to be coating his shoes almost entirely. That's going to be lovely, tracked through the house when they get there. If Lightning doesn't stop him first.]

Let's jump in that puddle over there...!

[. . . .]