Chéri smiled “Am I? I thought you were here to help me, if needed.” Chéri added, very sweetly. “And what do I risk collecting seashells?” Chéri added, putting an inquiring look on their face, while making sure to keep their expression lit up and light, as if they had absolutely no idea what Wesley had been trying to do, despite the uniform. Chéri continued looking for seashell at their own pace, apparently not bothered by Wesley presence. Every now and then they turned to the sea, patiently and looked far away, as if deep in thought.