"I mean, if I had to choose between the two..." Sam answers, rolling his eyes teasingly at Greta as he shakes his head. Truthfully, he'd neither mind nor be able to blame her, as long as it meant Jordan was having fun. Saoirse, too, since she's here and since Jordan seems to be enjoying herself so thoroughly. It doesn't matter that she stumbles occasionally or that her aim in kicking, or attempting to kick, isn't the greatest; likewise, she hardly seems fazed at all by the fact that her current companion doesn't speak. Some things don't require words, and this seems to be one of them.

Sam is half-watching until the ball rolls towards and into the water, and then he holds up a hand towards Greta, making his way to where the ball is drifting out even as he sees Saoirse do the same. She's such a little thing, he wouldn't want her to wander too far or get caught in the tide or anything like that.

"Hey, I've got it," he calls, wading out in the direction of the soccer ball, only half-aware of the seals that have made their presence known as Saoirse has made her way into the water. "Don't want to let it get too far."