As Zyran left the water with Mila, he didn't stop to make a sandcastle; he walked directly back inside the house with Mila trotting behind him.
"W-here? We are supposed to build the castle outside," Mila tried to wriggle her hand free, but Zyran's grip tightened.
Zyran turned his head to the side. "A pregnant woman shouldn't skip breakfast," he reminded Mila. When he opened the door, he said, "You don't have to wait for the game to end before you eat. There's a chef making breakfast inside."
Mila glanced back at the others who were still playing the games like they didn't notice their absence before she followed.
Outside the beach, Lacie sat proudly in front of the sand she was molding. She couldn't stop smiling for some reason best known to her.
"So you're Mila's sister?" Jaime asked, taking a large scoop from the sand and making a flat surface.
Lacie chuckled without looking up. "Do I look like her brother?" she deadpanned, her eyes focused on her task.
