Perrine shook his hand up and down in a very silly manner, her pinkie still wrapped around his, before letting go and leaning back again. It was definitely a good thing she hadn't ordered any more alcohol, or else she'd really be messed up right about now. "Ever seen the sunrise from the beach?" she asked suddenly, closing her eyes as the lantern light started to prick at her eyes. "It's reaaaaal pretty. You can see alllll-" On the word 'all', she waved her hand as if wiping it across an imaginary window. "-the sandbars and shipwrecks. Best time for 'combing." Perrine nodded sagely, eyes still shut. "'S not a bad life, but it's not the one I want. If there was treasure in Whiby- Wibbly- H-wit-bee beach places, I'd be set for life, but no cigar yet."