You head back to the mycelium, soaking wet and defeated.
"Having a hard time?" Crockpot asks. "We've been watching you from afar."
Though the other mycelium do not talk, they do appear to be snickering with each other.
"And through our-" Crockpot seems to be withholding giggles himself- "astute observation, we've noticed that the tides come in around every three seconds, if that helps."