Heron Lake Plateau I just woke up in my underwear

The bird's lake, huh? He didn't recall seeing many birds, but he was kind of focused on the stuff beneath the surface rather than along the lake's edge; he turned to regard the area with a sweep of his eyes, and saw some distant stick-thin figures among the reeds. Crafty little things weren't they? He turned back in time with her question.

I was fishing. It's sorta like swimming, but not really. And judging by the amount of water in his coat, Ambrose could've been doing either or. He hadn't caught anything worthwhile yet aside from pond scum.