That was simply not at all cool, in the modern sense of the word.

As Tristran loses his balance - both cold and hot at the same time - falling into the water, he finds himself wondering if he could possibly have detected hints of Yvaine's evil plan.

The answer would be a firm no.

Still, he has tricks up his sleeve and crawling out of the water, resembling a drenched mouse, he wraps his arms around her waist.

"Whither thou goest, right?" He grins, lifting her up and making his way towards the water once more.