Edmund's gaze flitted up from his sister's face to the Father's, meeting his eyes for a moment before looking forward again, thoughtful.  He didn't care what they did, really.  Or, he did, but as long as Mable didn't get hurt or leave his sight, he would be fine.  Was it possible for someone like him to have fun at the beach on such a sunny day, so close to deadly water?

"I don't care," he said eventually.  There was a pause, and then Mable squeezed his hand.  Edmund rolled his eyes.

"Swimming would not be a good idea, I think.  I don't mind looking for shells, or digging, but it'll be harder for us to wash our clothes if they get dirty."

Very hard, considering the clothes they were wearing were the only ones they had.  Mable already had to sleep practically nude the night before, much to Edmund's embarrassment.  He is reluctant to be in a similar position.

"So shell finding, or digging," Mable simplified with the tilt of her head.  "Well, I know my brother would prefer to find shells, but I wanna dig!  Father, you'll have to break the tie for us.  What will we be doing, then?"