Rosen sploshed around a bit more before looking at Long, "You ever made mudpies before?" he inquired.

Long frowned a little. It looked like he didn't know what mudpies were. He seemed partially wary, like he thought it was more slang for something else.

Rosen laughed a little, "It's not a sextual metaphor," he replied, amused, as he pulled himself out of the mudhole.

So Long pulled himself out, having a little trouble with the tight pants that were now caked in mud.

Rosen was seated by the mudhole, "C'mere," he stated. He had a mound of mud infront of him.

Long slowly walked over as sat down stiffly by Rosen.

"See," Rosen stated as he slapped another handful of mud on his pile, "Mud pie."

Long glanced at Rosen, not getting it.

Rosen pointed to the pile of mud, "It looks like a pie," he explained.

Long raised an eyebrow, clearly disagreeing.

Rosen rolled his eyes, "Just make one," he stated before finding a leaf to decorate his with.

Long stared blankly at the mud for a few moments before scooping out a big handful or two, plopping it on the ground in a pile, and considering himself done.

"Smooth is out," Rosen explained.

"Huh?" Long asked.

"The top," he explained, "That doesn't look like a pie, it looks like shit."

"Mud looks like shit," Long noted as he started to stand, not looking at all interested in continuing with the mud pies.