She holds out her hand automatically, then peers at the thing he'd brought her. It turns out to be a delicate, rippled seashell, and her grin flashes, delighted.
"It's beautiful." She sets it carefully on her towel to dry off, then turns her smile on him. "How's the water?"
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Date: 2023-02-06 10:01 pm (UTC)"It's beautiful." She sets it carefully on her towel to dry off, then turns her smile on him. "How's the water?"