As Luke gets into position, the energy and tension practically vibrating off of him as he gears up to swim after the ring, Rosie squints, taking aim. Having only ever been halfway-decent at sport--and even that, only on very rare occasion--her throw is a little wobbly, with only a fraction of the power she'd meant to put behind it. It works well enough.

The ring sails through the air, plopping into the water again a few feet away.