[Now that they've all had some time to let the true purpose of their "vacation" sink in, why not discuss the very thing they've been brought here to do? Lobelia has a collection of his conches on hand, should the conversation necessitate any demonstrations, and he trusts Alice has brought something along as well. When he sees her approaching, he hails her with a wave and a grin.]
Bonne journée, mademoiselle! I trust you've applied your sunscreen.
[Not that it matters much to him whether Alice fries like an egg in the sun or not. That might be a fun way to go.]
WEEK ONE: tuesday, beach.
Bonne journée, mademoiselle! I trust you've applied your sunscreen.
[Not that it matters much to him whether Alice fries like an egg in the sun or not. That might be a fun way to go.]