"Good!" Bee turns at once and practically bounds toward the water. She's never seen the ocean before, much less been in it, and she's rather looking forward to it, even if it is a fake one.

With no shoes to kick off, she wades right in, squeaking a little at how cold it is - standing in the sun, though, it's easy to warm right up. The sand is soft beneath her feet.

"It's nice!" she says, twisting back to look at them. Simonides is perched tightly on her shoulder, neither confirming nor denying.