"The beach? You got it." Screw Junon. Next time, right? If a guy can't go with the flow and deal with a last-minute change of plans, he ain't equipped to be wearin' the blue suit.

Easy as anything, he leads her back down the street to the pathway to the beach. Ain't neither of 'em dressed for swimming and that's as okay with him as not snowboarding was at Icicle Inn, but she could see it for as long as she wants.

It's pretty here, and the smile on her face already suits her. In all his travels and all the places he's been on this planet, which is pretty much everywhere, he never heard of anyone gettin' spoiled by too much smiling.

"You want the chairs by an umbrella? Or you want to walk along the water's edge?" They can get back to the heliport either way eventually.