"This is a fine idea. I promise." He smiles and quells the urge to touch her cheek in an effort to make her smile. "And yes, Lani, I know where the tea is," he says, amusedly. "I've only made tea with you a thousand times." He squeezes her hand gently.
He's already starting to dry out, and the sand brushes off a bit when he walks, which is nice.
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