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The invitation had been something of an unexpected one, unusual for the time they usually spend together, but Sam hadn't needed Jordan's enthusiasm to agree without hesitation. He'd gotten it, of course — Jordan is pretty crazy about Greta, and considering how good Greta is with her, Sam can hardly blame her for that — but over these past few months, she's become someone important to him, and he trusts her judgment when it comes to this sort of thing. Truthfully, he suspects that he would have agreed to anything she suggested. That it's the beach, and the prospect of a new friend, has Jordan practically skipping down the sand, Sam just a few paces behind, Marvin on a leash with him. They might as well give this a shot, too, he thinks, and if all else fails, he can leave Marvin tied to a post of the boardwalk or a railing of one of the sets of stairs leading up to it, well within view but unlikely to cause trouble. With any luck, though, it won't come to that.

"Hi, Greta! Hi!" Jordan calls, still darting along ahead. Sam, following along, smiles as the pair comes into view. He's spoken to her since, but there's something a little relieving about seeing Greta unharmed after all of that recent chaos, which he'd tried so hard to avoid, mostly just grateful that he'd had the sense not to get one of those awful toys for Jordan.

"Hey," he adds warmly, directing his smile over at Saoirse for a moment, too. "I hope you guys haven't been waiting long."